I couldn't help it--I was crying.

After a while, my mother put her arm round me and led me to Mr.Keller.I dried my eyes as well as I could, and saw him again.

His head was bent down on his breast--his hands hung helpless over the arms of the chair--it was dreadful to see him so overwhelmed by shame and sorrow! 'What can I do ?' he groaned to himself.

'God help me, what can I do ?' Mamma spoke to him--so sweetly and so prettily--'You can give this poor girl of mine a kiss, sir; the new servant who has waited on you is my daughter Minna.' He looked up quickly, and drew me to him.

'I can make but one atonement, my dear,' he said--and then he kissed me, and whispered, 'Send for Fritz.' Oh, don't ask me to tell you any more, David; I shall only begin crying again--and I am so happy!" She left me to write to Fritz by that night's post.