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This was a name she herself had given to a threadbare little velvet cloak, when some naughty boys were we among them? were snowballing her, and she besought us not to injure her velvet envelope. But when there was ice on the ground and one of the boys was trying to get her on to a slide, Ludo and I interfered and prevented it.
This riot took place on the 21st of April, and on the 2d of May Paula alludes to a performance at the opera-house, which Ludo and I attended. It was the last appearance of Fran Viardot Garcia as Iphigenia, but I fear Paula is right in saying that the great singer did her best for an ungrateful public, for the attention of the audience was directed chiefly to the king and queen.
Ludo and I were very gay. It was Saturday, and towards evening we were going to a children's ball given by Privy-Councillor Romberg the specialist for nervous diseases for his daughter Marie, for which new blue jackets had been made. We were eagerly expecting them, and about three o'clock the tailor came.
Unluckily, I did not excel as a cabinet-maker, though I managed to finish tolerable boxes; but my mother had two made by the more skilful hands of Ludo, which were provided with locks and hinges, so neatly finished, veneered, and polished that many a trained cabinet-maker's apprentice could have done no better.
"And if anybody else thinks he has given up cricket for ludo or croquet or oranges and lemons, then he can devote himself to planning out a little course for that too or anyhow to removing a few plantains in preparation for it. In fact, ladies and gentlemen, all I want is for you to make yourselves as happy and as useful as you can." "It's what you're here for," said Dahlia.
I was only six years old, but I remember distinctly that when Ludo and I were taken to the Lutz swimming-baths next day, we found first on the drill-ground, then on the bank of the Spree, and in the water, charred pieces, large and small, of the side-scenes of the theatre. They were the glowing birds whose flight I had watched from the tower of the Crede house.
If Ludo and I, even in the most critical situations, adhered to the truth more rigidly than other boys, we "little ones" owe it especially to our sister Paula, who was always a fanatic in its cause, and even now endures many an annoyance because she scorns the trivial "necessary fibs" deemed allowable by society.
When she was grown up we were good friends then she told me she was coming from school one winter day, and some boys threw snowballs at her. Then Ludo and I appeared "the Ebers boys" and she thought that would be the end of her; but instead of attacking her we fell upon the boys, who turned upon us, and drove them away, she escaping betwixt Scylla and Charybdis.
"The game," he said, "is a mixture of the old golf, tiddleywinks, ludo and the race game." "Not spillikins?" I protested. "A game I rather fancy myself at." "For your information, please," continued James in his kindliest military manner, "I may remark that a mashie is the club mostly used except when it is necessary to keep low between, say, two clumps of potatoes."
As for us five children, first came my oldest sister Martha now, alas! dead the wife of Lieutenant-Colonel Baron Curt von Brandenstein, and my brother Martin, who were seven and five years older than I. They were, of course, treated differently from us younger ones. Paula was my senior by three years; Ludwig, or Ludo he was called by his nickname all his life by a year and a half.
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