It is so pleasant for a mother to feel proud of her children! Why will you not join us?
The society will be as good as any in the town." "You know, mother, that I am not fond of strangers." "And I desire that my son Bernhard should have his own way," cried Ehrenthal from a neighboring room, having chanced, during a pause in Rosalie's practice, to hear the last sentence, and now joining his family: "our Bernhard is not like other people, and his way is sure to be a good one.

You look pale, my son," stroking his brown curls; "you study too much.

Think of your health.

The doctor recommended exercise.
Will you have a horse, my son Bernhard?
I will get the most expensive horse in the town for you, if you like." "Thank you, dear father; but it would give me no pleasure," and he gratefully pressed the hand of his father, who looked sorrowfully at his pale face.
"Do you always give Bernhard what he likes to eat?
Get him some peaches, Sidonie; there are hot-house peaches to be had.

You shall have any thing you like; you are my good son Bernhard, and my delight is in you." "He will not have any thing of the kind," interposed his mother.