The sun had gone down behind the mountain, so they had remembered that it was time to go home.
Mother and uncle rose from their seats and the whole group started down the mountainside.

The two little ones were gaily trotting beside the uncle, bursting into wild shouting now and then, for he made such leaps that they flew high into the air sometimes.

He held them so firmly, however, that they always reached the ground safely.
At the entrance to the house Kurt had a brilliant idea.

"Oh, mother," he called out excitedly over the prospect, "tonight we must have the story of the Wallerstaetten family.

It will fit so well because we were able to see the castle today, with all its gables, embrasures and battlements." But the mother answered: "I am sorry to say we can't.