Helga: Part 2

"I quickly ran to our friend and picked up the noodles. On my way home, I walked by the kindergarten and asked when she stopped work at night.
  "From then on I stood and waited by the kindergarten every evening. As soon as Helga came out, I'd always walk where she had to see me. And when she'd look at me, I always said hello right away.
  "At first, her eyes just grew large. She looked even more beautiful then! The third evening, she began to smile when she saw me. At night I dreamed only of Helga.
  "A week later she allowed me to walk her home. I can't tell you how happy that made me! We never said much to each other. It was good just walking side by side. Sometimes Helga even looked at me.
  "All Helga knew about me was that my name was Friedrich Schneider, nothing else. And I couldn't tell her anything, otherwise she wouldn't have let me meet her any more.
  "Well, the Sunday before last we had our first date; we were going to meet in the town park. My father had already wondered what I was doing every evening. But when he saw me getting dressed up, he shook his head and said: 'Think about what you are doing, Friedrich!' That's all he said he turned away then. But I went all the same.
  "The weather was beautiful. The roses were beginning to bloom. The park was fairly empty. Only a few mothers were pushing their baby carriages around.
  "Helga wore a dark-red dress—with her black hair and those gray eyes. When she looked at me, I could feel it inside me. And those small feet! When I think of it!—
  "I had brought Helga a slim volume of poetry. And she was so delighted with it that I felt ashamed.
  "We walked through the town park and Helga recited poems. She knew many by heart.
  "Again and again I searched out lonely paths, where we would hopefully meet nobody. After we had been walking for a while, Helga wanted to sit down.