CHAPTER XXI.
The next day, my calculation of possibilities in the matter of Fritz turned out to be correct.
Returning to Main Street, after a short absence from the house, the door was precipitately opened to me by Minna.

Before she could say a word, her face told me the joyful news.

Before I could congratulate her, Fritz himself burst headlong into the hall, and made one of his desperate attempts at embracing me.

This time I succeeded (being the shorter man of the two) in slipping through his arms in the nick of time.
"Do you want to kiss _me,"_ I exclaimed, "when Minna is in the house!" "I have been kissing Minna," Fritz answered with perfect gravity, until we are both of us out of breath.

"I look upon you as a sort of safety-valve." At this, Minna's charming face became eloquent in another way.