However, as Anton's name was at the bottom of the page, there was nothing for it but to accept.

Meanwhile Anton took Sabine into his confidence, and begged from her ivy and flowers.

Specht himself worked hard the remainder of the week, and on the day of the festival, with the help of the servant, he contrived to entwine the threads with green leaves, to procure a number of colored lamps, and to intermix with the leaves some triangular inventions of yellow paper, which were marvelously like the flowers of the pumpkin.
Thus the room really did present the aspect Mr.Specht had long seen in his day-dreams.

The colleagues were exceedingly amazed.

Mr.Pix was the last to enter, and could not suppress an exclamation of surprise when he saw the unlucky arbor positively overgrown and covered with yellow flowers, shining in the colored lamp-light.