ion: "C'n I go 'long, Pop?" she asked, her ears as red as
fire.

It was more than a request. Jason Philip was startled at the intractable
expression on the girl's face. "Sure," he said, avoiding as well as he
could the mute opposition on the part of Theresa, "but take a whistle
along so that you can make cat calls."

He sank back with a comfortable sigh on his chair, and stretched out his
legs. Philippina knelt down and took off his boots. He then put on his
slippers. Each of them bore a motto embroidered in red. On the left one
were the words "For tired father"; on the right one, "Consolation."

IX

Eleanore had not told her father why she had left her position with
Alfons Diruf. Nor did Jordan ask her why when he learned that she did
not wish to speak about it. He suspected that there was some
disagreeable incident back of it, and if he maintained a strict silence
it was because he feared his own wrath and grief.

She soon found another position. A schoolmate and good friend of hers,
Martha Degen, the daughter of the pastry-baker, had married Herr Ruebsam,
a notary public and an old man to boot. Eleanore visited the Ruebsams
occasionally, as did also her father; and in the course of conversation
it came out that Herr Ruebsam needed an assistant copyist. Since it was
then impossible to give Eleanore a desk in the office, she was allowed
to do all her work at home.

Friedrich Benda had also given her a cordial letter of recommendation to
Herr Bock, Counsellor of Archives, who was just then engaged in writing
a voluminous work on the history of Nuremberg. It would be her task to
arrange Herr Bock's muddled manuscript.

It was a laborious undertaking, but she learned a great deal from it.
Her thirsty mind would draw nourishment even from dry and lifeless
subjects.

She was seized with a desire to fill up the gaps in her education. She
begged Benda first for this book and then for that one. And after having
written the whole day long, she would often sit down and read until late
at night.

Everything she came in contact with she either assimilated or shook off:
she dragged nothing along in the form of surface impedimenta; it became
a part of her being, or she threw it to one side.

Daniel had not called for a long while. He was busy with the rehearsals
which Wurzelmann was conducting. Professor Doederlein was not to take
charge of the orchestra until it had been thoroughly dr