Ritz actually came crawling out of the henhouse and stood now in a lamentable condition before his aunt.
"How you do look! You ought to have been in bed an hour ago, you haven't a drop of blood in your cheeks," the aunt exclaimed.

"What is the matter with you, Ritz ?" "Where is Mamma ?" asked Ritz in his fright.
"She is upstairs; come, she will put you to bed at once when I have got you finally together.

Come, Sally, and you, Kaetheli, go home now." With these words she took Ritz by the hand, and drew him up the stone steps into the house, and wanted to bring him up the stairs to the bedroom.

Then everything was over and no rescue from going to bed at once.

Now Ritz stopped his aunt and groaned: "I must--I must--I have to write three sentences for punishment." "There we have it." But Ritz looked so miserable that Auntie felt great pity for him.