list, you shall pay for this! Come out, my lads, one and
all!"

Then there came swarming out of all the pots and pans hundreds and
hundreds of little creatures about the length of one's finger, and they
attached themselves firmly all over Herr Dapsul's body, threw him down
backwards into an enormous dish, and there dished him up, pouring the
hot juice out of the pots and pans over him, and bestrewing him with
chopped egg, mace, and grated breadcrumbs. Having done this, Daucus
Carota darted out of the window, and his people after him.

Fraeulein Aennchen sank down in terror beside the dish whereon her poor
papa lay, served up in this manner as if for table. She supposed he was
dead, as he gave not the faintest sign of life.

She began to lament: "Ah, poor papa--you're dead now, and there's
nobody to save me from this diabolical Daucus!" But Herr Dapsul opened
his eyes, sprang up from the dish with renewed energy, and cried in a
terrible voice, such as she had never heard him make use of before, "Ah
accursed Daucus Carota, I am not at the end of my resources yet. You
shall soon see what the meddling old goose of a Cabalist can do."

Aennchen had to set to work and clean him with the kitchen besom from
all the chopped egg, the mace, and the grated breadcrumbs; and then he
seized a copper pot, crammed it on his head by way of a helmet, took a
frying-pan in his left hand, and a long iron kitchen ladle in his
right, and thus armed and accoutred, he darted out into the open.
Fraeulein Aennchen saw him running as hard as he could towards
Cordovanspitz's marquee, and yet never moving from the same spot. At
this her senses left her.

When she came to herself, Herr Dapsul had disappeared, and she got
terribly anxious when evening came, and night, and even the next
morning, without his making his appearance. She could not but dread the
very worst.

CHAPTER VI.

WHICH IS THE LAST--AND, AT THE SAME TIME, THE MOST EDIFYING OF ALL.

Fraeulein Aennchen was sitting in her room in the deepest sorrow,
when the door opened, and who should come in but Herr Amandus von
Nebelstern. All shame and contrition, she shed a flood of tears, and in
the most weeping accents addressed him as follows: "Oh, my darling
Amandus, pray forgive what I wrote to you in my blinded state! I was
bewitched, and I am so still, no doubt. I am yellow, and I'm hideous,
may God pity me! But my heart is true to you, and I am not