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CHAPTER VI |
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A NEW CHAPTER AND ENTIRELY NEW SCENES
In the house of Herr Sesemann, in Frankfurt, reclined the little sick daughter, Klara, in her comfortable wheel chair. She spent the whole day in it and was pushed from one room to another. She was now in the so-called library, next the large dining-room, and here all sorts of articles were scattered about for comfort, showing that it was used as the living-room. From the beautiful, large bookcase one could see how it had been named, and that it was the place where the little lame girl received her daily instruction.
Klara had a pale, thin face, out of which looked two gentle blue eyes, at this moment directed toward the large wall clock, which seemed to go unusually slow; for Klara, who was hardly ever impatient, now said with some uneasiness : —
"Isn't it time yet, Fraulein Rottenmeier ? "
Fraulein Rottenmeier sat very upright in a little sewing-chair and was embroidering. She wore a mysterious wrap, a large cape, or sort of cloak, which gave her a solemn appearance, and was accentuated by a kind of high dome, which she had on her head. Fraulein Rottenmeier, since the death of Klara's mother many years before, had been in charge of everything in the
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