Minna was sad and silent, thinking of Fritz; and whatever her mother might have to say to me, was evidently to be said in private.
Arrived at the lodgings, Madame Fontaine requested me to wait for her in the shabby little sitting-room, and graciously gave me permission to smoke.

"Say good night to David," she continued, turning to her daughter.
"Your poor little heart is heavy to-night, and mamma means to put you to bed as if you were a child again.

Ah! me, if those days could only come back!" After a short absence the widow returned to me, with a composed manner and a quiet smile.

The meeting with Mr.Keller seemed to have been completely dismissed from her thoughts, in the brief interval since I had seen her last.
"We often hear of parents improving their children," she said.

"It is my belief that the children quite as often improve the parents.