When I mentioned it to Mrs.K., that evening, she laughed, and said, "That must have been Professor Bhaer, he's always doing things of that sort." Mrs.K.told me he was from Berlin, very learned and good, but poor as a church mouse, and gives lessons to support himself and two little orphan nephews whom he is educating here, according to the wishes of his sister, who married an American.

Not a very romantic story, but it interested me, and I was glad to hear that Mrs.K.lends him her parlor for some of his scholars.

There is a glass door between it and the nursery, and I mean to peep at him, and then I'll tell you how he looks.

He's almost forty, so it's no harm, Marmee.
After tea and a go-to-bed romp with the little girls, I attacked the big workbasket, and had a quiet evening chatting with my new friend.

I shall keep a journal-letter, and send it once a week, so goodnight, and more tomorrow.
Tuesday Eve Had a lively time in my seminary this morning, for the children acted like Sancho, and at one time I really thought I should shake them all round.