[I Protect the Empress of Germany] That was a thoroughly satisfactory walk--and the only one we were ever to have which was all the way downhill.

We took the train next morning and returned to Baden-Baden through fearful fogs of dust.

Every seat was crowded, too; for it was Sunday, and consequently everybody was taking a "pleasure" excursion.

Hot! the sky was an oven--and a sound one, too, with no cracks in it to let in any air.

An odd time for a pleasure excursion, certainly! Sunday is the great day on the continent--the free day, the happy day.
One can break the Sabbath in a hundred ways without committing any sin.
We do not work on Sunday, because the commandment forbids it; the Germans do not work on Sunday, because the commandment forbids it.