It is small cause for wonder, therefore, that Max was deceived.
"Uncle is at the shop," said Yolanda.

"Tante is at a neighbor's, and Twonette, of course, is asleep.

We three will sit here on this bench with no one to disturb us, and I shall have you both all to myself.

No! There! I'll sit between you.

Now, this is delightful." She sat between us, crossed her knees--an unpardonable crime, Frau Kate would have thought--and giving a hand to Max and to me, said contentedly:-- "Now, tell me all about it." I was actually on the point of beginning a narrative of our adventures, just as if she did not already know them,--so great was the spell she had thrown over me,--when Max spoke:-- "We had a poor dinner, but a kind host, therefore a fine feast.