She opened the door, and the puckers smoothed themselves out of her forehead at once, for here, at last, was peace. There had been no difficulties here with bells, and straps, and Marie. The trunks had been opened and unpacked without assistance; and when Anna came in the contents were all put away and Fräulein Kuhräuber, washed and combed and in her Sunday blouse, was sitting in an easy chair by the window absorbed in a book. Satisfaction was written broadly on her face; content was expressed by every lazy line of her attitude. When she saw Anna, she got up and made a curtsey and beamed. The beams were instantly reflected in Anna's face, and they beamed at each other. "Well," said Anna, who felt perfectly at her ease with this member of her trio, "are you happy?" Fräulein Kuhräuber blushed, and beamed more than ever. She was far less shy of Anna than she was of those two terrible _adelige Damen_, her travelling companions; but at no time had she had much conversation. Hers had been a ruminative existence, for its uncertainty but rarely disturbed her. Had she not an excellent digestion, and a fixed belief that the righteous, of whom she was one, would never be forsaken? And are not these the primary conditions of happiness? Indeed, if everything else is wanting, these two ingredients by themselves are sufficient for the concoction of a very palatable life. "You have found an interesting book already?" Anna asked, pleased that the literature chosen with such care should have met with instant appreciation. She took it up to see what it was, but put it down again hastily, for it was the cookery book. "I read much," observed Fräulein Kuhräuber. "Yes?" said Anna, a flicker of hope reviving in her heart. Perhaps the cookery book was an accident. "I know by heart more than a hundred recipes for sweet dishes alone." "Really?" said Anna, the flicker expiring. "So you can have an idea of the number of books I have read." "Here are a great many more for you to read." "_Ach ja, ach ja_," said Fräulein Kuhräuber, glancing doubtfully at the shelves; "but one must not waste too much time over it--there are other things in life. I read only useful books." "Well, that is very praiseworthy," said Anna, smiling. "If you like cookery books, I must get you some more." "How good you are--how very, very good!" said the Fräulein, gazing at the charming figure before her with heartfelt admiration and gratitude. "This beautiful room--I cannot look at it enough. I cannot believe it is really for me--for me to sleep in and be in whenever I choose. What have I done to deserve all this?"