"No thank you," said Priscilla, shrinking into her corner.
"Do take one, Fraeulein," said the mother, persuasively.
"No thank you," said Priscilla, shrinking.
"On a journey it passes the time. Even if one is not hungry, thank God
one can always eat. Do take one."
"No thank you," said Priscilla.
"Why does she wear that black thing over her face?" inquired the
child. "Is she a witch?"
"Silence, silence, little worthless one," cried the mother,
delightedly stroking his face with half a _Broedchen_. "You see he is
clever, Fraeulein. He resembles his dear father as one egg does
another."
"Does he?" said Priscilla, immediately conceiving a prejudice against
the father.
"Why don't she take that black thing off?" said the child.
"Hush, hush, small impudence. The Fraeulein will take it off in a
minute. The Fraeulein has only just got in."
"Mutti, is she a witch? Mutti, Mutti, is she a witch, Mutti?"
The child, his eyes fixed anxiously on Priscilla's swathed head, began
to whimper.
"That child should be in bed," said Priscilla, with a severity born
of her anxiety lest, to calm him, humanity should force her to put up
her veil.
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