On Sabbath days we refrained, of course, from soldiering and the like, but we had just as good a time, going off to promenade, two and two, in our very best dresses; whispering secrets and telling stories.

We had a few stories in the circle--I do not know how they came to us--and these were told over and over.

Gutke knew the best story of all.

She told the story of Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp, and she told it well.

It was her story, and nobody else ever attempted it, though I, for one, soon had it by heart.