This once, then, Fritz, do it for me." The tears rolled down her cheeks, which to-day were flushed out of their paleness to a stormy red; her eyes defied me even while they pleaded.

I bent my head and kissed her hand.
"With God's help I'll carry it safely and bring his safely, my queen," said I.
"And tell me how he looks.

Look at him closely, Fritz.

See if he is well and seems strong.

Oh, and make him merry and happy! Bring that smile to his lips, Fritz, and the merry twinkle to his eyes.