whose note book she had copied her sums in subtraction.

Herr Seelenfromm stopped Philippina on the street, and said to her:
"Well, how are you getting along? How is the young wife making out?"

"Oi, oi, we're living on the fat of the land, I say," Philippina
replied, stretching her mouth from ear to ear. "Chicken every day, cake
too, wine always on hand, and one guest merely opens the door on
another."

"Nothafft must have made a pile of money," remarked Herr Seelenfromm in
amazement.

"Yes, he must. Nobody works at our house. The wife's pocket-book at
least is always crammed."

The sky was blue, the sun was bright, spring had come.

VI

Andreas Doederlein always took Sunday dinner with his children. He loved
a juicy leg of pork, a salad garnished with greens and eggs, and a tart
drowned in sugar. Old Jordan, who was privileged to sit at the table,
let the individual morsels dissolve on his tongue. He had never had such
delicacies placed before him in his life. At times he would cast a
glance of utter astonishment at Daniel.

He very rarely took part in the conversation. As soon as the dishes had
been removed, he would get up and quietly go to his room.

"A very remarkable old man," said Andreas Doederlein one Sunday, as he
sat tipped back on his chair, picking his teeth.

"Ah, we have our troubles with him," said Dorothea abusively, "he is an
incorrigible pot-watcher. He comes to the kitchen ten times a day,
sticks his nose up in the air, asks what we are going to have for
dinner, and then goes out and stands in the hall, with the result that
our guests come and stumble over him."

Andreas Doederlein emitted a growl of lament.

"How are your finances, my son?" he asked, turning to Daniel with an air
of marked affability. "Would you not like to bolster up your income by
taking a position in the conservatory? You would have time for it; your
work as organist at St. AEgydius does not take up all your time. Herold
is going to be retired, you know. He is seventy-five and no longer able
to meet the requirements. All that we will have to do will be for me to
give you my backing. Three thousand marks a year, allocation to your
widow after ten years of service, extra fees--I should think you would
regard that as a most enticing offer. Or don't you?"

Dorothea ran up to her father in a spirit of unrestrained jubilation,
threw her arms around his bulky body, and kissed him on h