servant, but as time went on a most valued and trusted friend.
The fact that Mrs. Otway had been left a legacy by a distant relation, while making her far more comfortable, had not caused her to alter very materially her way of life. She had raised Anna's modest wage, and she was no longer compelled to look quite so closely after every penny. Also, mother and daughter were now able to take delightful holidays together. They had planned one such for this very autumn to Germany--Germany, the country still so dear to Mrs. Otway, which she had always longed to show her daughter.
It was natural that the news which had burst upon England to-day should have unsealed the fountain of deep emotion in her nature. Mrs. Otway, like almost every one she knew, had not believed that there would or could be a great Continental war, and when that had become, with stunning suddenness, an accomplished fact, she had felt sure that her country would remain out of the awful maelstrom.
Send their good old Anna back to Germany? Why, the idea was unthinkable! What would she, Mary Otway, what would her daughter, Rose, do without Anna? Anna had become--Mrs. Otway realised it to-day as she had never realised it before--the corner-stone of their modest, happy House of Life.
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Miss Forsyth had, however, said one thing which was unfortunately true. It is strange how often these positive, rather managing people hit the right nail on the head! The fact that England and Germany were now at war would sometimes make things a little awkward with regard to poor old Anna. Something of the kind had, indeed, happened on this very morning, less than two hours ago. And at the time it had been very painful, very disagreeable....
Mrs. Otway and her daughter, each opening a newspaper before beginning breakfast, had looked up, and in awe-struck tones simultaneously exclaimed, "Why, we are at war!" and "War has been declared!" And then Mrs. Otway, as was her wont, had fallen into eager, impulsive talk. But she had to stop abruptly when the dining-room door opened--for it revealed the short, stumpy figure of Anna, smiling, indeed beaming even more than usual, as she brought in the coffee she made so well. Mother and daughter had looked at one another across the table, an unspoken question in each pair of kind eyes. That question was: Did poor old Anna know?
The answer came with dramatic swiftness, and in the negative. Anna approached her mistress, still with that curious look of beaming happiness in her round, fat, plain face, and after she had put down the coffee-jug she held out her work-worn hand. On it was a pink card, and in her excitement she broke into eager German.
"The child has come!" she exclaimed. "Look! This is what I have received, gracious lady," and she put the card on her mistress's plate.
What was written, or rather printed, on that fancy-looking card, ran, when Englished, as follows:
THE JOYOUS BIRTH OF A LARGE-EYED SUNDAY MAIDEN IS ANNOUNCED, ULTRA-JUBILANTLY, BY WILHELM WARSHAUER, SUB-INSPECTOR OF POLICE IN BERLIN, AND WIFE MINNA, BORN BROCKMANN.
Of course they both congratulated their good old Anna very heartily on the birth of the little great-niece in Berlin--indeed Rose, jumping up from the table, had surprised her mother by giving her old nurse a hug. "I'm so glad, dear Anna! How happy they seem to be!"
But when Anna had returned to her kitchen the two ladies had gone on silently and rather sadly with their breakfasts and their papers; and after she had finished, Mrs. Otway, with a heavy heart, had walked across the hall, to her pretty kitchen, to tell Anna the great and tragic news.
The kitchen of the Trellis House was oddly situated just opposite Mrs. Otway's sitting-room and at right angles to the dining-room. Thus the two long Georgian windows of Anna's domain commanded the wide green of the Cathedral Close, and the kitchen door was immediately on your right as you walked through the front door into the arched hall of the house.
On this momentous morning Anna's mistress found the old German woman sitting at her large wooden table writing a letter. When Mrs. Otway came in, Anna looked up and smiled; but she did not rise, as an English servant would have done.
Mrs. Otway walked across to her, and very kindly she laid her hand on the older woman's shoulder.
"I have something sad to tell you," she said gently. "England, my poor Anna, is at war! England has declared war on Germany! But I have come to tell you, also, that the fact that our countries are at war will make no difference to you and to me, Anna--will it?"
Anna had looked up, and for a moment she had seemed bewildered,
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