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Tuesday
Eve
Had
a
lively
time
in
my
seminary
this
morning
,
for
the
children
acted
like
Sancho
,
and
at
one
time
I
really
thought
I
should
shake
them
all
round
.
Some
good
angel
inspired
me
to
try
gymnastics
,
and
I
kept
it
up
till
they
were
glad
to
sit
down
and
keep
still
.
After
luncheon
,
the
girl
took
them
out
for
a
walk
,
and
I
went
to
my
needlework
like
little
Mabel
‘
with
a
willing
mind
’
.
I
was
thanking
my
stars
that
I
’
d
learned
to
make
nice
buttonholes
,
when
the
parlor
door
opened
and
shut
,
and
someone
began
to
hum
,
Kennst
Du
Das
Land
,
like
a
big
bumblebee
.
It
was
dreadfully
improper
,
I
know
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
resist
the
temptation
,
and
lifting
one
end
of
the
curtain
before
the
glass
door
,
I
peeped
in
.
Professor
Bhaer
was
there
,
and
while
he
arranged
his
books
,
I
took
a
good
look
at
him
.
A
regular
German
—
rather
stout
,
with
brown
hair
tumbled
all
over
his
head
,
a
bushy
beard
,
good
nose
,
the
kindest
eyes
I
ever
saw
,
and
a
splendid
big
voice
that
does
one
’
s
ears
good
,
after
our
sharp
or
slipshod
American
gabble
.
His
clothes
were
rusty
,
his
hands
were
large
,
and
he
hadn
’
t
a
really
handsome
feature
in
his
face
,
except
his
beautiful
teeth
,
yet
I
liked
him
,
for
he
had
a
fine
head
,
his
linen
was
very
nice
,
and
he
looked
like
a
gentleman
,
though
two
buttons
were
off
his
coat
and
there
was
a
patch
on
one
shoe
.
He
looked
sober
in
spite
of
his
humming
,
till
he
went
to
the
window
to
turn
the
hyacinth
bulbs
toward
the
sun
,
and
stroke
the
cat
,
who
received
him
like
an
old
friend
.
Then
he
smiled
,
and
when
a
tap
came
at
the
door
,
called
out
in
a
loud
,
brisk
tone
,
"
Herein
!
"
I
was
just
going
to
run
,
when
I
caught
sight
of
a
morsel
of
a
child
carrying
a
big
book
,
and
stopped
,
to
see
what
was
going
on
.
"
Me
wants
me
Bhaer
,
"
said
the
mite
,
slamming
down
her
book
and
running
to
meet
him
.
"
Thou
shalt
haf
thy
Bhaer
.
Come
,
then
,
and
take
a
goot
hug
from
him
,
my
Tina
,
"
said
the
Professor
,
catching
her
up
with
a
laugh
,
and
holding
her
so
high
over
his
head
that
she
had
to
stoop
her
little
face
to
kiss
him
.
"
Now
me
mus
tuddy
my
lessin
,
"
went
on
the
funny
little
thing
.
So
he
put
her
up
at
the
table
,
opened
the
great
dictionary
she
had
brought
,
and
gave
her
a
paper
and
pencil
,
and
she
scribbled
away
,
turning
a
leaf
now
and
then
,
and
passing
her
little
fat
finger
down
the
page
,
as
if
finding
a
word
,
so
soberly
that
I
nearly
betrayed
myself
by
a
laugh
,
while
Mr
.
Bhaer
stood
stroking
her
pretty
hair
with
a
fatherly
look
that
made
me
think
she
must
be
his
own
,
though
she
looked
more
French
than
German
.
Another
knock
and
the
appearance
of
two
young
ladies
sent
me
back
to
my
work
,
and
there
I
virtuously
remained
through
all
the
noise
and
gabbling
that
went
on
next
door
.
One
of
the
girls
kept
laughing
affectedly
,
and
saying
,
"
Now
Professor
,
"
in
a
coquettish
tone
,
and
the
other
pronounced
her
German
with
an
accent
that
must
have
made
it
hard
for
him
to
keep
sober
.
Both
seemed
to
try
his
patience
sorely
,
for
more
than
once
I
heard
him
say
emphatically
,
"
No
,
no
,
it
is
not
so
,
you
haf
not
attend
to
what
I
say
,
"
and
once
there
was
a
loud
rap
,
as
if
he
struck
the
table
with
his
book
,
followed
by
the
despairing
exclamation
,
"
Prut
!
It
all
goes
bad
this
day
.
"
