"I should love to know what you meant when you spoke of the children of Wallerstaetten." "It happens to be one and the same thing," the brother replied.

"Come here now and sit down beside me and get your mending-basket right away so that you won't have to jump up again.

I know you.

You will probably run off two or three times to the children." "No, Philip, to-day is Sunday and I won't mend.

The children are all sleeping peacefully, so please tell me about it." Uncle Philip sat down quietly beside his sister and began: "As surely as I am now sitting here beside you, Maxa, so surely young Leonore of Wallerstaetten was sitting beside me three days ago.