Anna All Year Round by Mary Downing Hahn, Diane de Groat

1. The Language of Secrets
    ANNA IS SITTING ON THE SOFA READING. IT'S A RAINY September day. Drops of water run down the front window, blurring the narrow brick row houses across the street. Leaves drift from the trees. The clock on the mantel chimes eleven. At the same moment, a horse clip-clops past, hauling a wagon.
    Without looking up from her book, Anna knows it's Mr. Hausmann, the grocer, on his way to his shop at the bottom of the hill. He finishes his deliveries every Saturday morning at exactly the same time. Father says he could set all the clocks in the house by Mr. Hausmann.
    Tired of sitting still, Anna slides quietly off the sofa and tiptoes down the hall to the kitchen door. Mother's sister, Anna's aunt May, has come over from her house next door. She and Mother are sitting at the table, drinking coffee and gossiping about their other sisters. Fritzi, Aunt May's big white bulldog, is asleep at Aunt May's feet.
    Anna stands in the doorway listening. Mother has five sisters and three brothers. It seems to Anna that someone in the family is always mad at someone else. This morning the two sisters are cross with Aunt Amelia. Anna isn't fond of Aunt Amelia, so she lingers, hoping to hear something interesting.
    "Did you hear what Amelia had the nerve to tell Margaret?" Mother asks Aunt May. "She said her tablecloth wasn't starched properly!"
    This doesn't surprise Anna. Once she saw Aunt Amelia run her finger across their dining-room table to check for dust. As if Mother would leave a speck of dirt anywhere! Why, she even sweeps the sidewalk in front of the house every morning. With Mother around, dust has no chance.
    Aunt May makes a loud harrumph. "Amelia should talk. The last time I called on her, I counted three cobwebs in the corners. Poor Friedrich. I can't believe she's a good wife to him."

    Mother nods in agreement and leans closer to Aunt May. "What do you think of Julianna's new beau? Have you met him yet?"
    Aunt May wrinkles her nose. "I don't—"
    Just then, Anna has the misfortune to sneeze.
    Mother and Aunt May both turn and stare at Anna. Until now, they hadn't noticed her standing in the doorway.
    Mother looks cross. "Fie, Anna. Where are your manners? It's rude to eavesdrop."
    Aunt May smiles. "My little sweet potato has sprouted ears as well as eyes," she says, giving Anna a hug. Fritzi lifts his head and wags his tail. Like Aunt May, he's glad to see Anna.
    Mother doesn't smile. She picks up the coffeepot and holds it over Aunt May's cup. "
Mochtest du mehr Kaffee, May?
"
    Aunt May winks at Mother and pats Anna's fanny. "
Ja bitte, Lizzie.
"
    Anna pulls away from her aunt and scowls. Mother's family is German. When they don't want Anna to understand what they're saying, they speak in German. No one will teach Anna to speak it. It's the language of secrets.
    "
Was denkst du von Julianna's neuem Freund?
" Mother asks.
    Aunt May makes a face. "
Ich mag ihn nicht.
"
    Anna tugs at Mother's sleeve. "Speak English," she begs.
    Mother shakes her head. "Go and play, Anna. What we say is not for you to hear."
    "It's talk for grownups, very boring." Aunt May gives Anna another pat. "Do as Mother says and run along,
mein kleiner Zuckerwürfel.
"
    Anna flounces to the door. When she's sure neither her mother nor her aunt is looking at her, she sticks out her tongue. She wants to be called my little sugar lump, not
mein kleiner Zuckerwürfel.
    Fritzi starts to follow Anna, but Aunt May calls him back. Mother doesn't allow Fritzi to leave the kitchen; she's afraid he'll jump on the furniture the way he does at home. Although Mother has never said it to Aunt May's face, she doesn't like Fritzi. She thinks he's ugly and smelly and spoiled rotten.
    Alone in the parlor, Anna finds a book written in German. She sits in Father's big chair and opens the book. Since no one else will do it, Anna will teach herself German. She stares at the long words till her head aches. She cannot understand any of them. Some of the