Leading him in triumph to the inviting-looking table, they placed him in their midst with joyfully sparkling eyes.

It was a merry meal.

The children were allowed to ask him all they wanted to and he told them so many amusing things about his travels that they could never get weary of listening.

Last of all the good things came the Sunday cake, and when that was eaten, Maezli showed great signs of impatience, as if the best of all were still to come.
"I think that Maezli has noticed something," said the uncle; "and one must never let such a small and inquisitive nose point into empty air for too long.

We must look now what my overcoat has brought back from the ship." Maezli who had already jumped up from her chair seized her uncle's hand as soon as he rose.