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than half of it spent in incessant humiliation, defeat, and
sorrow?
“That you think of me without anger and bitterness is more
than I dared to hope and expect, and to read your joy between
every line of your letter has given me the greatest satisfaction.
May God bless and help you and the child, and grant you all
the happiness I wish for both of you.
“My fondest love is yours, dear Jenny — you who were once
mine.— Your devoted, Gert Gram.”
VII
Jenny remained with Mrs. Schlessinger; it was cheap,
and she did not know what to do with herself. Spring
was in the air. She walked on the pier in the evenings.
Heavy clouds, bordered by the sun, with red and burning gold,
chased across the immense open dome of the sky, and were
reflected in the restless sea. The dark and desolate plain
turned light green and the poplars reddish brown with young
shoots. Along the railway line violets and small white and
yellow flowers were coming up in hundreds, and at last the
whole plain was luxuriously green, and a world of colour sprang
forth along the ditches; sulphur-tinted irises and big white
lilies were reflected in the pools of the marsh. Then one day
the air was permeated by a sweet scent of hay, mixing with
the smell of tar from the shore.
The hotel opened, and the small houses by the pier were
filled with summer visitors; children swarmed on the white
beach, rolling in the sand and paddling in the water. Mothers
and nurses in national costumes of the Spreewald sat on the
grass with their sewing, looking after them. The bathing-huts
had been transported into the sea, and young girls were
shouting and laughing in the water. Sailing yachts anchored
by the pier, tourists came from the town, in the evenings there
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