If I give you the privilege, you should value it sufficiently to use it." "Yolanda, I will sin no more," I responded.

Her face broke into a smile, and she took my arm, laughing contentedly.
I walked out to the garden--Yolanda danced out--and we sat with the others under the shade of the arbor vines.

Castleman and Max drank sparingly of wine and honey, while I sipped orange water with Yolanda, Twonette, and Frau Kate.
"What do you think of Burgundy, Sir Max ?" asked the burgher.
"I like Grote's inn well," answered Max.

"I like the castle dungeon ill.
I have seen little else of Burgundy save in our journey down the Somme.
Then I saw nothing but the road on the opposite bank.

Had I tried to see the country I should have failed; the dust-cloud we carried with us was impenetrable." He turned to Yolanda, "That was a hard journey for you, Fraeulein." "No, no," she cried, "it was glorious.