"Yesterday she came home from school with glowing eyes and said to me, 'Grandmother, I should love to go to Spain.
Beautiful flowers of all colors grow there and large sparkling grapes, and the sun shines down brightly on the flowers so that they glisten! I wish I could go right away!' Just think of a ten-year-old child saying such a thing.

I wonder what to expect next." "There is nothing very terrible about that, Apollonie," said the rector's widow with a smile.

"The child might have heard you mention Spain yourself so that it roused her imagination.

She probably heard in school about the country, and her wish to go there only shows that she is extremely attentive.

To think out how she might get there some time is a very innocent pleasure, which you can indulge.