Florian gazed at his companion with an agonised look of mingled alarm
and horror. “Do you know who she means?” he cried, seizing Will’s arm.
“This is too, too terrible! The girl on the hillside who sticks out her
tongue! that horrible little Cockney! She’ll teach this innocent child
to say ‘naow,' and ‘lidy'! At last I feel I have a mission in life. We
must save her from this fate! We must instruct her ourselves in pure
educated English!”
“And how do you come to be called Linnet?” Will inquired with some
interest, a new light breaking in upon him. “That’s surely an English
name. Who was it first called you so?”
“An Ennglish gentleman when I was all quite small,” the girl replied,
with much difficulty, searching her phrases with studious care. “He stop
at my father’s hut on our alp many nights—I know not how man says
it—so must he go up the mountains. I sing to him often when he come
down at evening. My right name is called in German, Lina; but the
gentleman, says he, that I sing like a bird. A linnet, that is in
Ennglish a singing-bird. Therefore, Linnet he call me. The name please
my father much, who make a great deal of me; so from that time in
forwards, all folk in the village call me also Linnet.”
Will broke out into German. “They’re quite right,” he said, politely,
though with less ecstasy than Florian; “for you do indeed sing like a
real song-bird. I’m so sorry we interrupted you; pray go on with your
song again.”
But Linnet hung her head. “No, no,” she answered, hastily, in her own
native tongue, glad to find he spoke German. “I didn’t know I was
overheard. If I’d been singing for such as you, I’d not have chosen a
little country song like that. And besides”—she broke off suddenly,
with a coy wave of her brown hand, “I can’t sing before strangers the
same as I can before my own people.” And she tapped the hindmost heifer
with her rod as she spoke, to set the line in motion; for the cows,
after their kind, had taken advantage of the pause to put down their
heads to the ground, and browse placidly at the green weeds that
bordered the wayside.
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