Then Frau Stacher began to think anxiously of little Carli, the next
to the last of Kaethe's children, beautiful, smiling, little Carli who
had no strength in his legs and whose face was alabaster. Fanny did
send condensed milk for Carli, but there was always an urgent reason
why one or the other of the children, with a cold or a sore throat or
a stomach-ache, should have some of it. She wanted above all things
to get a can of milk for Carli. Thinking desperately "Saint Anthony
_must_ help me," she found herself outside a small grocery shop. Few
of the usual articles for sale in such shops were visible in the dusty
window,--varnish, boot-blacking, washing-soda and other inedibles
safely showed themselves behind the grimy panes. Somewhat dizzily she
went in and asked for the milk. She wanted that can of milk more than
she had ever wanted anything, wanted it enough it seemed, to create
it out of empty air. The man, to her relief rather than her surprise,
reluctantly reached down under the counter and passed it silently out
to her, doubtless thinking of his own undernourished children.
"I knew it," said Tante Ilde under her breath, and she suddenly found
herself delightfully warm as she exercised a truly à propos gratitude
to the Heavenly Powers. She was emboldened too, and almost loftily
asked him if he had a can of green peas, she wanted them to put into
the rice to make the "risi-bisi" that the children so loved. Of course
he didn't have it and scarcely answered her foolish question. But she
espied a very small piece of hard cheese under a very large glass,--it
was extraordinary how many things there were in the world that you
couldn't eat, and how much of them! Then she saw a small package of
"feinste Keks", with its picture in blue and red of a child eating one
in rapture. She took recklessly both cheese and cakes. She knew she had
lost her head, and besides she was feeling quite faint. Buying food
in those days, even when one of the Saints visibly stood by, was an
exhausting matter. She brightened up, however, as she went out of the
shop at the thought that another twenty minutes of putting one foot
before the other would inevitably bring her to Kaethe's door and the
heavier the bag the better....
Frau Stacher's ring brought a scurry of young feet to the door, she
heard welcoming shouts, "Tante Ilde's come! Tante Ilde's come!" even
before it was opened with a rush. She was smiling a breathless smile,
after the stairs and the blessedly heavy bag, as she went in. It was
known that she was coming with the dinner, but _what_ had she brought?
They surrounded her, they embraced her, they overwhelmed her. They were
all there save Maxy whose turn it was to eat his midday meal at the
Bellevue Palace, and Lilli not yet back from fetching a few briquets.
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