She could
not bear to think of her brother having his face cut up by the sword
of any one in the world.
"What do you think, girls?" Hans went on. "Father had to go to the
part of the town nearest the castle. He said he should be busy for
several hours, and I could do what I liked. So I climbed up the hill
to the castle, and wandered all around it. I saw a number of English
and American people there. I suppose they had come to Heidelberg on
purpose to see those buildings.
"'Isn't it beautiful!' I heard them exclaim again and again. And I
saw a boy about my own age writing things about it in a note-book.
He told his mother he was going to say it was the most beautiful ruin
in Germany. He was an American boy, but he spoke our language. I
suppose he was just learning it, for he made ever so many mistakes.
I could hardly tell what he was trying to say."
"What did his mother answer?" asked Bertha.
"She nodded her head, and then pointed out some of the finest
carvings and statues. But she and her son moved away from me before
long, and then I found myself near some children of our country.
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