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"No thank you," said Priscilla. "Why does she wear that black thing over her face?" inquired the child. "Is she a witch?" "Silence, silence, little worthless one," cried the mother, delightedly stroking his face with half a Brödchen. "You see he is clever, Fräulein. He resembles his dear father as one egg does another."
Being engaged in feeding her child with belegte Brödchen that immensely satisfying form of sandwich she at once offered Priscilla one. "No thank you," said Priscilla, shrinking into her corner. "Do take one, Fräulein," said the mother, persuasively. "No thank you," said Priscilla, shrinking. "On a journey it passes the time. Even if one is not hungry, thank God one can always eat. Do take one."
During my walks in the country around Berlin, I have often had an omelette followed by meat and vegetables, and cheese, and compote, and Rhine wine, with all the bread I wanted, and paid a bill for two persons of a little over a dollar. The Brödchen, or rolls, seem to be everywhere of uniform size and quality, and the butter always good.
When they bring the bill they ask, Wie viel brodchen? that is, how many rolls have you devoured? And you have to pay for every little roll. The women are beautiful and elegant. Indeed, everything is diabolically elegant. I have not quite forgotten German. I understand, and am understood. When we crossed the frontier it was snowing. In Vienna there is no snow, but it is cold all the same.
Yet I can only write about an upper class German mamma eating brodchen and honey with three fair square daughters, young, younger, youngest, and not a flaxen hair mislaid among them, and the intelligent accuracy with which they looked out of the window and said that it was a horse, the horse was lame, and it was a pity to drive a lame horse.
The brödchen came in during the night, and owing to the totally inadequate quantity purchased to meet our needs, one had to be about early to secure a supply. I, with others, have often been up at four o'clock in the morning, lounging around the canteen, so as to be among the first to be served when it opened at five o'clock.
Miriam guessed when she heard her ask for Brodchen that she was Scotch. She sat slightly askew and ate eagerly, stooping over her plate with smiling mouth and downcast heavily-freckled face. Unless spoken to she did not speak, but she laughed often, a harsh involuntary laugh immediately followed by a drowning flush.
Women carry small parcels of food to the theatre, to the tea and beer gardens, and thus save the small additional expense. Many a time have I seen these thrifty housewives pocket the sugar and the zwiebacks and Brödchen left over. In the hotels, soap, paper, and common conveniences of the kind are taken, so I am told, not, I maintain, as a theft, but as an economy.
Other coins were in proportion. Brödchen in limited quantities were brought in every day. We could buy these at 5 pfennigs one halfpenny apiece, or in the early days three for 10 pfennigs. The latter practice was abandoned when the pinch of flour shortage commenced to be felt.
Unhappily we did not stop at many stations; our train displayed a galling preference for lonely signal posts, so that the chances of our guard receiving many such gifts were distinctly limited. But at one station he did receive an armful of brödchen tiny loaves which he divided amongst us subsequently with the greatest camaraderie. But his comrades in other compartments were not so well-disposed.
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