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TO NYMPHENBURG.
157
Isabel is immediately at the side of the sledge, and
prepares to get in. “ Help the lady in, help the lady in I”
cries a gentleman among the crowd ; bnt no one seconding
him, he helps the lady in himself. People stare open-
mouthed. “ Sophien Strasse !” cry we and away we
dash full speed. Our breath is gone, so swiftly fly the
horses.
“ Only think if we should be upset!” we both exclaim.
“ Of course we shall be upset; Hildegard and Hamilton
were upset, and we are only imitating their drive to
Nymphenburg !”
I will not pretend to say that we were not both of us a
little frightened, although we laughed.
“ How beautiful that sledge is !” I exclaim, as a lovely
sledge dashes past us filled with officers, the handsome
horses’ heads crowned with plumes of scarlet feathers.
“That is young Baron S.’s private sledge,” observes
Isabel, astonishing me with her knowledge of Munich
people.
And now we paused in the Sophien Strasse, where the
Amsels live.
Meta and Lina, however, could not accompany us.
“ They were in great trouble,” said their maid. “ The young
Baroness Heideck was suddenly dead •, so very suddenly !
She was to have gone with her young ladies that very night
to the ball; and now Fraulein Lina and Fraulein Meta
were gone to order flower-wreaths for the Fraulein
Baroness’s coffin !”
As we came out on the plain, and whilst I was pon-
dering upon this sad death, I heard Isabel talking about
“ blue—oh, so blue in the distance !”
“ Blue ? blue ? What do you mean, Isabel ?”
“ Oh, it is so blue there—the clouds are so blue !”
157
Isabel is immediately at the side of the sledge, and
prepares to get in. “ Help the lady in, help the lady in I”
cries a gentleman among the crowd ; bnt no one seconding
him, he helps the lady in himself. People stare open-
mouthed. “ Sophien Strasse !” cry we and away we
dash full speed. Our breath is gone, so swiftly fly the
horses.
“ Only think if we should be upset!” we both exclaim.
“ Of course we shall be upset; Hildegard and Hamilton
were upset, and we are only imitating their drive to
Nymphenburg !”
I will not pretend to say that we were not both of us a
little frightened, although we laughed.
“ How beautiful that sledge is !” I exclaim, as a lovely
sledge dashes past us filled with officers, the handsome
horses’ heads crowned with plumes of scarlet feathers.
“That is young Baron S.’s private sledge,” observes
Isabel, astonishing me with her knowledge of Munich
people.
And now we paused in the Sophien Strasse, where the
Amsels live.
Meta and Lina, however, could not accompany us.
“ They were in great trouble,” said their maid. “ The young
Baroness Heideck was suddenly dead •, so very suddenly !
She was to have gone with her young ladies that very night
to the ball; and now Fraulein Lina and Fraulein Meta
were gone to order flower-wreaths for the Fraulein
Baroness’s coffin !”
As we came out on the plain, and whilst I was pon-
dering upon this sad death, I heard Isabel talking about
“ blue—oh, so blue in the distance !”
“ Blue ? blue ? What do you mean, Isabel ?”
“ Oh, it is so blue there—the clouds are so blue !”