Nevertheless, at this time, for some reason or other, I was in a great fret to learn.
And, curiously enough, my desire made the Little Playmate call me "Great Brother" more assiduously than ever.

Though again I knew not why.
But Christian's Elsa she could not abide either sight or mention of.
Which was passing strange in so sweet and charitable a maid as our Helene.

Also the girl at the guard-house was a good daughter, besides being particular of her company, and in that garrison place untouched by any breath of scandal.
But no; Helene would have none of her.
"_Feech_!" she would say, making a little grimace of disgust which she had brought with her from her northern home; "that noisy, mewling cat, purring and stroking her face, in the window, I cannot abide her.

I know not what some folks can see in her.

There are surely more kinds of blindness than of those that wait about kirk doors with a board hung round their necks, saying, 'Good people, for the love of God, put a copper in this wooden platter.'" "Why, Little Playmate, what ails thee at the maid?
She is a good maid enough, and, I am sure, a pretty one." So would I say to try her.