"Why, you heard that I did not confound her black hair with her sister's
brown ringlets."
"How strange! Charlotte's hair is quite light!"
"Of what earthly difference is it," replied Gottlieb, "whether
Charlotte's hair is brown or white, I think only of the roguish and
pretty Miss Sophia."
"I think you are jesting with me, sir," said Nanna laughing so heartily
that the roses instantly returned to her cheeks.
"I jest with you!"
"Of course. Miss Sophia is so serious and thoughtful that no person
would call her roguish."
"Were you not as quiet as an old prayer-book the first time I saw you?"
replied Gottlieb.
"And even if it was so--"
"Just look into the water, my little miss, and tell me whether you look
as you used to."
"Then you would say, Mr. Gottlieb, that by some magic spell you have
driven away Miss Sophia's gloominess?"
"Yes, I can say Miss Sophia's also."
"_Also?_--that is a bold speech!"
"Are you angry?"
"Oh, Gottlieb!"
"Ah, Miss Nanna. Are you weeping?"
"Mr. Gottlieb may be mischievous and tantalizing enough to compel me to
do so; but this time he has not succeeded.
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