But Edi showed a dissatisfied face, for wherever something strange could be seen or found, he had to be there.
He stood there without saying a word.

He was thinking whether he dared to work on his mother to get the desired permission.

He feared, however, the auxiliary troops which his aunt would lead into battle to help his mother.

But before he had weighed all sides his aunt said: "Well, Edi, have you not yet swallowed the defeat?
Isn't there some old Roman, or Egyptian, who also could not always do what he wanted?
Just you think that over and you will see that it will help you." That helped, indeed, for Edi was a great searcher in history, and when he happened in that field, then all other interests were pushed into the background.

He at once remembered that he had not finished reading about his old Egyptian, and with a smoothed brow he ran into the house.
The sun had set and it was growing dark among the bushes in the garden, where the children, with red cheeks, were seeking each other and hiding again.