"
But Anna had come to the limit of her patience with her father at
last.
"What's the matter with you?" she demanded angrily one night, when
Herman had sat with his pipe in his mouth, and had refused her
permission to go to the moving-pictures with another girl. "Do you
think I'm going on forever like this, without a chance to play?
I'm sick of it. That's all."
"You vill not run around with the girls on this hill." He had
conquered all but the English "w." He still pronounced it like a "v."
"What's the matter with the girls on this hill?" And when he smoked
on in imperturbable silence, she had flamed into a fury.
"This is free America," she reminded him. "It's not Germany. And
I've stood about all I can. I work all day, and I need a little
fun. I'm going."
And she had gone, rather shaky as to the knees, but with her head
held high, leaving him on the little veranda with his dead pipe in
his mouth and his German-American newspaper held before his face.
She had returned, still terrified, to find the house dark and the
doors locked, and rather than confess to any one, she had spent the
night in a chair out of doors.
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