Talent such as yours is a responsibility; you must meet that responsibility." The dictionary of the English language was an inexhaustible quarry, from which the Canon had hewn and fashioned for himself a great reputation.
"You must gom and blay to me at Schlachsenberg," said the kindly-faced Landgraf, whom the world adored and thwarted in about equal proportions.
"At Christmas, yes, that will be a good time.

We still keep the Christ- Fest at Schlachsenberg, though the 'Sozi' keep telling our schoolchildren that it is only a Christ myth.

Never mind, I will have the Vice-President of our Landtag to listen to you; he is 'Sozi' but we are good friends outside the Parliament House; you shall blay to him, my young friendt, and gonfince him that there is a Got in Heaven.

You will gom?
Yes ?" "It was beautiful," said the Grafin simply; "it made me cry.

Go back to the piano again, please, at once." Perhaps the near neighbourhood of the Canon inspired this command, but the Grafin had been genuinely charmed.