The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction - German

than usual. And he kept his word and arrived an hour before sunset. Naturally he found Frau D?r

could go int

o the garden or

do you

one hiding in ambush and the lady with the pair of white h

e shall we

e nothing but daisies and me. And perhaps Frau D?

feel much honored. But I must put myself to righ

, Frau D?rr; we w

r later, Frau D?rr was already standing at the door, a wrap on her arm and a marvellous hat on her he

nd went out by a hidden side door and reached a little path, which before it led further and curved out

ena. "It is the prettiest and the

rban life. On one of these roads there were a good many sheds, between which there were horizontal bars somewhat like those used by gymnasts. These aroused Botho's curiosity, but before he could ask about them,

and if one has not a very strong chest one might get consumption and never know how." But he stopped short in the middle of a sentence, because the road he had taken led p

id Botho. "Look, Frau D?rr. An

But is it really an angel? I think it must be

e just the same. You ask Lena, and she

he took her hand and the

terwards into a somewhat larger country road where the willows were in bloom and were sca

that they stuff beds with that now instea

when people think of anything like that and

. I am more in favor of something firm, horse ha

vous over this description. "But I am afraid that

ause this is all swamp and only looks like meadow land. Look at the pool where the stork is standing and looking

k," said Lena, who was much embarrasse

ou mustn't get frightened at a little thing like that. Good

, for it took time to get Frau D?

teau-like ridge that led over from the Spree towards the Havel. Just at this point the pasture land end

pick buttercups and make a wreath out of the stems. It is always so much

be free from small embarrassments. "Yes, yes. Bu

ook a ditch bordered with willows and grass, and could not only see the northern row of houses of Wilmersdorf, but could also plainly hear, from a neighboring smoking-room and bowling-alley, the fall of the ninepins and more plainly still the rolling back of the heavy ba

Botho, "the

t shall

think of s

guess right three times, and if

sati

t was holy that her heart was throbbing and that she felt just as if she were sitting before the cu

d a ball hit and after one dull blow come to rest against the s

tho. "I could have guessed that my

once from her place, there came a small, hard ball and one could hear it dance, vibrating over the board with a tone in which elasticity and hardness were cur

ilopena to-day and then we'll call it

square." And so saying, she took her hat off and beg

Lena proposed to start for home, "it was growing so chilly; but on the

all so

t be caught until at last she was so weak with laughter and excite

ld of Frau D?rr's rather loose jacket and pushed the good woman so cleverly to the left and right, that she

arm and commanded, imitating the harsh voice of the guard, "Forward march ... double quick," and en

d always just like this. And when I think of mine! It is unbelie

s she talking about?

But you know all about it....

Well, he can't hav

matter, one is about

u thin

ression. But she would not let this mood get the upper hand of her and so sh

y daw

s too sad for me. No, let us sing 'A year from no

at is a pretty one: tha

garden the words still rung out over the field: "Ich denke d'ran.... Ich danke dir, mein Leben." And then from

appy. But Lena and Botho h