him the position of being the most important person in Petershof. He was a linguist, too, was W?rli, and could speak broken English in a most fascinating way, agre

rie is in a good temper to-day. I

he end of the landing, he paused outside a little glass-door, and, all un

and, looking up fro

t a tiny broken mirror suspended on the wall. "I

"How nice to hear you singing so sweetly, Marie! Dear me, in the old days at Grüsch, how often I have hea

ending to be impatient. But all the same her eyes looked extremely f

"I know how it is with you: you only like people i

is lamp for me. Not too full, you goose! And this one also, ah, you're letting the oil trick

is one thing I do like, it is a flower. Can you s

rie, smiling and pinning a flower on W?rli's

e quite mad," said Marie. "They alway

ing yourself!" said

arie; "I always do enjo

ways

ten the oil-lam

t bell again! Won't they be angry! Won't they scold at

u," remarked W?rli. "It was entirely your

e did not seem to hear nor care. She wished to be revenged on that impudent postman

moment; I want to

said W?rli, with official haughtiness. "I

more minutes on me?" pl

often I s

n again, looki

h a beautiful photograp

h, it is b

one to me," sai

the pantry. I was so tired, and I had fallen asleep with my broom, just as you see me here. So he made a photograph of me. He admires me very much. Isn't it nice? and isn't the Polish

e Polish gentleman were not