The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction - German

s, wanted to come in for just a moment and then bid good-bye at once. But when Lena had reminded him of all sorts of promises, and Frau D?rr

and if I shall not be in the way of the philopena. For one can never kn

, as he shook hands with her. "We shall

urse even if we should meet again to-morrow. For a day is always a day and must amount to something. And there

e went out. Lena escorted her out through the hall, while Botho sat down by Frau Nimptsch and asked, as he put her shawl around her shoulders, "whether she was still angry with

happy, and that is right and good. But when one grows old, dear Herr Ba

n. Old or young, everyone loves life. Is

uck by what he had said and threw her arms around his neck and

is the matte

d came back immediately with a perfectly cheerful face, bringing a little blue book sewed up in paper, which looked like the books in which housewives write down their daily tasks. In fact the book served this purpose and also contained qu

that sounds like a tract

ing of the so

Corso? Is it the elder or is it the younger

those questions, Lena, I should have

east where the Baron was concerned, had not yet returned, and so Lena said: "Very well, then, have it your own way. And for all I care, the two ladies may wait until ano

N

ll me ab

these names are

t. You said

en each other for convenience, with

t does P

an English

friend a st

aven's

Ser

belonging to a Russian saint

it necessary to be saints i

French

e I was confirmed, I saw a piece: 'The Man with the Iron Mask.' An

laugh if I tell yo

t laugh. You h

en came in, broke off the conversation, by excusing herself for having kept them waiting so

ch, who loved to talk about funerals and had a

was a middle-sized one; pl

something very fine we took red ones or white ones and made a wreath out of those, or even just one color and hung it on the cross, and there it hung all winter, and when spring came there it hung still. And some lasted longer than that. But this ivy and azalea is no good at all. And why not? because it does not last long. And I always

u talk so much about gra

of a funeral, then he talks about graves. And, anyway, I didn't begin talking about graves and wreaths; Frau D?rr began it, whi

moth

day as well as I; for all that, I do not believe you will. And Frau D?rr may die, or when I die she may live somewhere else, or I may be l

imptsch," said Botho, "you

on, if that i

d friend Frau Nimptsch is dead, I will send a wreath, and

graves, that look like a burial ground for orphans or prisoners or worse. But now make the tea, Lena, the water is boiling already, and we have strawberries and milk. And sour too. Heavens, the Herr B

ing Frau D?rr. "It was a good thing that she had put away her handsome hat, which was suitable for Kroll or for the theatre, but not for the mound near Wilmersdorf. Where did

fastidious that I can hardly tell what has come over him. Day by day he is quite dull, but all of a sudden he is as if he had changed into

nded them that after all they had forgotten the philopena. Both seemed desirous to disregard this reminder and repeated once more how delightful the afternoon had been. "We must make such little excurs

th us again," said Lena, "You

t always go with us. Without he

ever accept that, I could

" laughed Botho. "You may expect

ewith th