"Oh, thank you," they both exclaimed. "We're so much obliged to you, ma'am."
Their feast seemed to become quite a royal thing. They never had felt so splendidly fed in their lives. It seemed as if they had never tasted such coffee.
When the meal was finished, they rose refreshed enough to feel ready for anything. They went up to the counter and thanked the German woman again. It was Meg who spoke to her.
"We want to say thank you again," she said. "We are very much obliged to you for letting us eat our breakfast in here. It was so nice to sit down, and the coffee was so splendid. I suppose we do seem rather young to be by ourselves—but that makes us all the more thankful."
"That's all right," said the woman. "I hope you don't get lost by der Fair—and have a good time."
And then they went forth on their pilgrimage, into the glorious morning, into the rushing world that seemed so splendid and so gay—into the fairyland that only themselves and those like them could see.
"Isn't it nice when some one's kind to you, Rob?" Meg exclaimed joyfully when they got into the sunshine. "Doesn't it make you feel happy somehow,—not because they've done something, but just because they've been kind."
