per nor ink here. Let us
go back to the village."

"I have no time for that; you know I have to be at the gates of Heaven,
and I can't stay away for long."

"Well, what am I to do, how am I to get my umbrella?"

St. Peter turned his back, and began to walk back the way he had come,
but stood still beside a large oak-tree, and made a sign to Gyuri to
approach. Gyuri obeyed.

"I'll tell you what, my friend, don't think too long about it, but marry
Veronica, and then you will have the umbrella too."

"Come," said Gyuri, catching hold of the golden crook. "Come and ask her
brother to give his permission."

He pulled hard at the crook, but at that moment a strong hand seemed to
pull him back, and he awoke.

Some one was knocking at the door.

"Come in," he said sleepily.

It was the Mravucsans' farm-servant.

"I've come for your boots," he announced.

Gyuri rubbed his eyes. It was day at last, the sun was smiling at him
through the window. His thoughts were occupied with his dream, every
incident of which was fresh in his mind. He thought he heard St. Peter's
voice again saying: "Marry Veronica, my friend, and then you will have
the umbrella too."

"What a strange dream," thought Gyuri; "and how very much logic it
contains! Why, I might have thought of that solution myself!"

* * * * *

By the time Gyuri was dressed, it was getting late, and every member of
the Mravucsan household was on foot. One was carrying a pail to the
stables, another a sieve, and near the gate which last night's wind had
partly lifted off its hinges, Gyuri's coachman was examining the damage
done. Seeing his master advancing toward him, he took off his hat with
its ostrich feathers (part of the livery of a Hungarian coachman is a
kind of round hat, with two ends of black ribbon hanging from it at the
back, and some small ostrich tips in it).

"Shall I harness the horses, sir?"

"I don't know yet. Here, my good girl, are the ladies up?"

"They are breakfasting in the garden," answered the maid he had
accosted. "Please walk this way."

"Well, then, you may harness, Janos."

Gyuri found the ladies seated round a stone table under a large
walnut-tree. They had finished breakfast, only madame was still nibbling
a bit of toast. He was received with ironical smiles, and Veronica
called out:

"Here comes the early riser!"

"That title belongs to me," said Mravucsan, "for I have not been to bed
at all