Something out of the common must have happened.
"In the house of old Marianne"-- "a tremendously rich lady"-- "a piano, four men could not get it in, the door is too narrow"-- "a small boy"-- "before we went to school"-- It was so confused, nothing could really be understood.

Then a voice shouted: "All come along! Perhaps they are not through with it, come, all of you to the Middle Lot!" And suddenly the whole ball separated, and almost the whole crowd ran in the same direction.
Only two boys remained on the playground and looked at each other, quite perplexed.

The one was stout little Ritz, who long since had forgotten his great trouble and had listened intently to the exciting, although incomprehensible story.

The other was his brother Edi, a slender, tall fellow with a high forehead and serious grey eyes beneath.

He was hardly two years older than his brother; but for his not quite nine years, he was tall, and appeared much older than the seven-year-old Ritz.
"We must run home quickly and ask whether we too may go; we must see that, Ritz, so hurry up!" With these words Edi pulled his brother along, and soon they turned round the corner and also disappeared.
Behind the schoolhouse, near the hawthorn hedge, stood the last of the crowd in animated conversation.