|Head Girl wrote:|
|Luckily for them all, Mrs. Russell sent a message by Eigen, the boy who helped with the rough work at Die Blumen, her chalet beyond the Sonnalpe, to say that she was coming down to see Joey, so the matter had been shelved for the time being.
Mrs. Russell had set off that morning as soon as ever it was light enough. Dr. Jem and Eigen had come for her; and while the girls and the staff were slumbering sweetly through the afternoon, she was wandering round her pretty home beyond the Sonnalpe, putting things to rights, and making it as home-like as possible.
|Gottfried left the Chalet at skated back across the lake to St. Scholastika’s, where he left his skates, took his bag, and went off up the mountain-slopes to the Sonnalpe, to be greeted by all those who knew Jo with eager questions about her. He told Captain Humphries very much what he had told Frieda, and left him to announce it to Marie and André and Eigen, the servants at Die Rosen, who all adored ‘Fräulein Joey.’|
|‘What is it, Robinette?’ asked Madge Russell, with a suspicion that all was not well.
‘Been—naughty,’ murmured the small maid confusedly.
‘What have you been doing?’ asked Madge resignedly.
‘Only frowed water out of the window and hit Eigen,’ said the Robin, her black lashes sweeping scarlet cheeks as she confessed her crime.
Madge choked back wild laughter, even as Mademoiselle looked up with a gentle, ‘But, Robin, that was not gentile!’
‘Why did you do that, mein Blümchen?’ asked Mrs. Russell.
‘’Cos I wanted to empty the basin.’
‘Isn’t there a bathroom in the house?’ questioned Madge gravely.
‘Ye-es, but it was so far.’
Madge shook her head. ‘Not too far; not really far at all. You were lazy, Robin. Now, I forbid you to do that again. Remember, dear. And you must apologise to Eigen for wetting him. I shall ring the bell and ask Marie to send him here.’
The small girl nodded, her eyes still down. She was a proud little person and hated saying she was sorry, but she knew well enough that there was no appeal against the gently spoken words.
Madge Russell had said that there were only two really effective punishments for the Robin, for she was so delicate that many measures of discipline had to be neglected in her case. But to see her beloved Jo in trouble through her fault, or to be made to apologise for any of her small misdeeds, were quite enough for her. Once, and once only, had the child tried to coax her father into letting her forgo the latter. He had listened to her, and then had asked gently, ‘Does Tante Marguerite say you must, my darling?’
‘She said so,’ acknowledged the Robin unwillingly.
‘Then I’m afraid you must, little daughter. Tante Marguérite loves you too well ever to order you to do anything really hurtful to you. You must be obedient, my pet; and you must not be naughty. Never again ask me to change a punishment of hers, for I shall not do it.’
It was a sharp lesson, gently spoken as the words were; but the Robin never forgot it. Now, she scrambled off Mrs. Russell’s knee, and rang the bell herself, though her baby soul was outraged at the thought of what must follow. Mademoiselle, with understanding, got up and left the room, and Joey ran after her. So there was only ‘Tante Marguerite’ to witness the entrance of Eigen, still damp from his unexpected shower-bath, and the Robin’s faltered apology. Eigen took in uncomfortably, but Madge would not let the small girl off, despite his imploring eyes. It was gone through, and he was dismissed, to get hot coffee from his sister Marie, who ruled the kitchen, after he had changed his coat. Then there was a tender loving talk on the naughtiness of throwing water out of windows, and the wrong of pride that hated to say, ‘I’m sorry.’
|‘Where are we?’ asked Gipsy.
‘Over here between these windows. There are your frames [for setting up the stalls]—Eigen and Andreas were down this morning and set them up while we were at lessons. Your art muslin and other props arrived just before Mittagessen, and are behind. If you want tacks or drawing-pins or anything like that, you must go to Mademoiselle Lachenais at that table. She’s got charge of them.’
‘Eigen has also lashed the ladder to the counter and the top bar of the stall, so I think it is quite safe. And we do not fasten the hair except just here among her own wig.’ And she waved the great plaits of golden-hued knitting-silk which she was preparing to attach to the model’s own very yellow locks.
Miss Annersley mentally resolved to send Eigen and Andreas round to make sure that all erections were safe while the girls were at Kaffee und Kuchen, but she said nothing about that now. ‘Very good,’ she replied to Gillian.
|Jo Returns wrote:|
|‘How did you come to have them?’ asked Jo.
‘Miss Edwards went down to Innsbruck this morning,’ said Miss Annersley.
‘In all that snow?’
‘Eigen took her. He knows every inch of the way.’
‘Oh, I see. How topping of her to go!’
|Coming of Age wrote:|
|She broke off as a tall, fair-haired young man appeared, stared at him, and then cried, “Eigen! It must be! Eigen, have you forgotten me?”
The man looked keenly at her. A slow grin overspread his face, and he exclaimed, “Fräulein Joey! But it must be! I could not forget!”
“Me!” Joey returned in German as she held out her hand. “Why did Anna not tell me you worked here? She knew? She must have known!”
“My Cousin Anna has not seen me for a long time,” he replied. “It is only one month since I came here. Before, I was in Wien, and have not been able to leave. But now I am at home, and I stay.”
Frieda came up now to speak to him, for in the early days he had worked at the Chalet School under his sister Marie, who was still with Lady Russell. The prefects stood aside, feeling rather outsiders, until Joey suddenly remembered her duty and, with a final handshake, left Eigen to deal with the luggage while she swept the girls before her, explaining, “That’s Eigen, brother of Madame’s Marie and Rosa and cousin to my own Anna. I haven’t seen him for years and years. It was thanks to him that I had my precious old Rufus. I’ll tell you that yarn later, if you don’t know it already. He’s had a dreadful time, poor Eigen. I can see that. He’s so thin. However, I’ll get all the news from him later. In the meantime, we ought to be setting out for Briesau, so come on! I don’t know about you lot, but I could do something to a large cup of coffee and a couple or so of rolls.”
|As a young man of military age it would probably have been much more difficult for him to get out.
|"He's had a dreadful time, poor Eigen. I can see that. He's so thin."|
|I haven't got Exile with me to check, but is he the one who rescues Rufus?|
|That's right, but does Jockel ever actually appear as a person in Tyrol or is he just dreamed up in retrospect for rescuing Rufus?|
The door opened at this moment, to admit a tall fair girl, dressed in blue, and a general cry of "Juliet!" rose at the sight of her.
"Guten Morgen. Mademoiselle, may I have breakfast? We set out at five o'clock, Eigen and I, and I'm hungry. I thought I'd like a sunday at school again; and Madame is so busy with David that I think she was rather glad to seee the last of me for a day or two. I'd have rung up" she went on, taking her seat between Joey adn Deira, "but the lines are down, thanks to the snow".
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