"Just sit down here a little with our guest.

His name is Dino Halm and he already knows your name.
I am sure you will have a good time together.

I'll go up in the meantime and if you need me you can find me in the room upstairs." Martha, thinking that the children could get acquainted better if they were left alone, had planned to unpack her new arrival's things while they were together.

She put his belongings neatly away in the wardrobe and the drawers in order to make him feel at home in his tidy little chamber.
"Why did you think that we did not come ?" asked Dino as soon as Martha had left the room and Cornelli was sitting beside him silently.
"Because I did not see the carriage," she replied.
"The carriage?
Well, I can believe you," said Dino.

"We walked more than an hour, in fact, nearly two, before we got here from the station.
Do you just hop into a carriage when you go to the station ?" "Yes, I do; I always go there with Papa," replied Cornelli.
"But where do the horses always come from ?" Dino wanted to know.
"From our stable," was the answer.
"Have you your own carriage and two horses of your own, just to be able to drive about ?" Dino questioned, full of astonishment.
"Yes, we have the two brown ones and six others to carry away the iron from the foundry." "Good gracious, eight horses!" Dino exclaimed.