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"
You
haf
a
fine
day
to
make
your
walk
.
Bon
voyage
,
Mademoiselle
.
"
I
laughed
all
the
way
downstairs
,
but
it
was
a
little
pathetic
,
also
to
think
of
the
poor
man
having
to
mend
his
own
clothes
.
The
German
gentlemen
embroider
,
I
know
,
but
darning
hose
is
another
thing
and
not
so
pretty
.
Saturday
Nothing
has
happened
to
write
about
,
except
a
call
on
Miss
Norton
,
who
has
a
room
full
of
pretty
things
,
and
who
was
very
charming
,
for
she
showed
me
all
her
treasures
,
and
asked
me
if
I
would
sometimes
go
with
her
to
lectures
and
concerts
,
as
her
escort
,
if
I
enjoyed
them
.
She
put
it
as
a
favor
,
but
I
’
m
sure
Mrs
.
Kirke
has
told
her
about
us
,
and
she
does
it
out
of
kindness
to
me
.
I
’
m
as
proud
as
Lucifer
,
but
such
favors
from
such
people
don
’
t
burden
me
,
and
I
accepted
gratefully
.
When
I
got
back
to
the
nursery
there
was
such
an
uproar
in
the
parlor
that
I
looked
in
,
and
there
was
Mr
.
Bhaer
down
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
with
Tina
on
his
back
,
Kitty
leading
him
with
a
jump
rope
,
and
Minnie
feeding
two
small
boys
with
seedcakes
,
as
they
roared
and
ramped
in
cages
built
of
chairs
.
"
We
are
playing
nargerie
,
"
explained
Kitty
.
"
Dis
is
mine
effalunt
!
"
added
Tina
,
holding
on
by
the
Professor
’
s
hair
.
"
Mamma
always
allows
us
to
do
what
we
like
Saturday
afternoon
,
when
Franz
and
Emil
come
,
doesn
’
t
she
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
?
"
said
Minnie
.
The
‘
effalunt
’
sat
up
,
looking
as
much
in
earnest
as
any
of
them
,
and
said
soberly
to
me
,
"
I
gif
you
my
wort
it
is
so
,
if
we
make
too
large
a
noise
you
shall
say
Hush
!
to
us
,
and
we
go
more
softly
.
"
I
promised
to
do
so
,
but
left
the
door
open
and
enjoyed
the
fun
as
much
as
they
did
,
for
a
more
glorious
frolic
I
never
witnessed
.
They
played
tag
and
soldiers
,
danced
and
sang
,
and
when
it
began
to
grow
dark
they
all
piled
onto
the
sofa
about
the
Professor
,
while
he
told
charming
fairy
stories
of
the
storks
on
the
chimney
tops
,
and
the
little
‘
koblods
’
,
who
ride
the
snowflakes
as
they
fall
.
I
wish
Americans
were
as
simple
and
natural
as
Germans
,
don
’
t
you
?
