O Housemother, are not
my twins well-grown lads?" And she stood with a hand on each, proud
that their heads were so far above her own, and looking still so
slight and girlish in figure that she might better have been their
sister than their mother. The cloud that the sudden light had
revealed on Ebbo's brow had cleared away, and he made an inclination
neither awkward nor ungracious in its free mountain dignity and
grace, but not devoid of mountain rusticity and shy pride, and far
less cordial than was Friedel's manner. Both were infinitely
relieved to detect nothing of the greasy burgher, and were greatly
struck with the fine venerable head before them; indeed, Friedel
would, like his mother, have knelt to ask a blessing, had he not been
under command not to outrun his brother's advances towards her
kindred.
"Welcome, fair Junkern!" said Master Gottfried; "welcome both for
your mother's sake and your own! These thy sons, my little one?" he
added, smiling. "Art sure I neither dream nor see double! Come to
the gallery, and let me see thee better.
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