A clear sky may rain as easily.

Get the peering glass, Yolanda, and find, if you can, a wrinkle on her face." Yolanda, who was always laughing, threw herself upon the frau's lap and pretended to hunt for wrinkles.

Soon she reported:-- "No wrinkles, uncle--there, you dear old tante, I'll kiss you to keep you from growing jealous of uncle on my account." "If any one about this house has been spoiled, it's you, Yolanda," said Frau Kate, affectionately.
"When you speak after that fashion, tante, you almost make me weep," said Yolanda.

"Surely you and uncle and Twonette are the only friends I have, and give me all the joy I know.

But, uncle, now that you are at home, I want you to drink your wine quickly and give me a great deal of joy--oh, a great deal." "Indeed I will, my dear.