She took Miss Jones to the robing-room, and soon brought her back in regulation trim, and then we entered the ballroom with this benefactress unchallenged.
Being safe, now, I began to puzzle through my sincere but ungrammatical thanks, when there was a sudden mutual recognition -- the benefactress and I had met at Allerheiligen.

Two weeks had not altered her good face, and plainly her heart was in the right place yet, but there was such a difference between these clothes and the clothes I had seen her in before, when she was walking thirty miles a day in the Black Forest, that it was quite natural that I had failed to recognize her sooner.

I had on MY other suit, too, but my German would betray me to a person who had heard it once, anyway.

She brought her brother and sister, and they made our way smooth for that evening.
Well--months afterward, I was driving through the streets of Munich in a cab with a German lady, one day, when she said: "There, that is Prince Ludwig and his wife, walking along there." Everybody was bowing to them--cabmen, little children, and everybody else--and they were returning all the bows and overlooking nobody, when a young lady met them and made a deep courtesy.
"That is probably one of the ladies of the court," said my German friend.
I said: "She is an honor to it, then.

I know her.