"Yes, I know, Edi, that you would prefer to begin this evening and fight through the whole day to-morrow," she cried, half sobbing, half defiant, looking across the table, "if Papa had not forbidden it." Edi became flushed, for it came into his mind how long he had searched for an example after which he might take part and yet hold his own before his father.
The latter looked earnestly at him and said: "Edi, Edi, I hope you will try not to be a Pharisee.

It is a bad sign for the boy Erick that he has joined the fighters, moreover, and that he has made friends with the very worst rowdy.

But, dear Sally, you need not knock your potatoes so roughly about your plate as if they were to blame for all the unpleasant things; eat them peacefully." But Sally could not swallow anything more.

When soon after Edi lay in his bed, he heaved a deep sigh and said: "Everything is over for me, but I will be glad for one thing, that tomorrow comes, because to-morrow is Sunday.

You know what we get to-morrow, Ritz ?" "Sunday school." "No, I don't mean that, I mean something nice." "But Sunday school is nice." "No, I don't mean that either, I mean something which one can use very well, when no other pleasure comes along." "An oracle," Ritz said quickly, much contented with the delightful prospect.
"Ritz, you do guess such ridiculous things.