But you are lidtle oldt, too?
Tventy-five years makes a difference.

Ah, I am gladt! Dell me, idt is Passil Marge, not zo ?" He looked anxiously into March's face, with a gentle smile of mixed hope and doubt, and March said: "As sure as it's Berthold Lindau, and I guess it's you.

And you remember the old times?
You were as much of a boy as I was, Lindau.

Are you living in New York?
Do you recollect how you tried to teach me to fence?
I don't know how to this day, Lindau.

How good you were, and how patient! Do you remember how we used to sit up in the little parlor back of your printing-office, and read Die Rauber and Die Theilung der Erde and Die Glocke?
And Mrs.Lindau?
Is she with--" "Deadt--deadt long ago.