But not one of them did she
touch. With all kinds of steps she passed among them. Not one of them
was moved from its place.
Wilhelm forgot all his cares. He watched every motion of the child. He
almost forgot who and where he was.
When the dance was ended, Mignon rolled the eggs together with her
foot into a little heap. Not one was left behind, not one was harmed.
Then she took the band from her eyes, and made a little bow.
Wilhelm thanked her for showing him a dance that was so wonderful and
pretty. He praised her, petted her, and hoped that she had not tired
herself too much.
When she had gone from the room, the man with the violin told Wilhelm
of the care she had taken to teach him the music of the dance. He told
how she had sung it to him over and over again. He told how she had
even wished to pay him with her own money for learning to play it for
her.
There was yet another way in which Mignon tried to please Wilhelm, and
make him forget his cares. She sang to him.
The song which he liked best was one whose words he had never heard
before. Its music, too, was strange to him, and yet it pleased him
very much. He asked her to speak the words over and over again. He
wrote them down; but the sweetness of the tune was more delightful
than the words.
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