How he will stare when he receives my letter!" Karl spent the next few weeks with Anton.

As soon as he could move his hand, he took possession of the wardrobe of his friend, and began to render him the little services that he had undertaken long ago in the principal's house.

Anton had some difficulty to prevent him from playing the superfluous part of valet.
"There you are brushing my coat again," said he one day, going into Karl's room.

"You know I will not stand it." "It was only to keep mine in countenance," said Karl, by way of excuse; "two look so much better hanging together than one.

Your coffee is ready, but the coffee-pot is good for nothing, and always tastes of the spirit of wine." When he found that, as he said, he could be of no use to Anton, he began to work on his own account.