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"Do you still expect me to resign my position here as director of the household, on the day when Fritz and Minna have become man and wife?" "I still expect that." "Permit me to set the second condition aside for awhile. Suppose I fail to replace the five thousand florins in your reserve fund?" "If you fail, I shall do my duty to Mr. Keller, when we divide profits on the sixth of the month."

They are just like little boys and girls when they forget books and studies, and run away to the woods and the fields to gather wild-flowers, or wade in the ponds for fragrant lilies, happy in the bright sunshine. If my little sister comes to Boston next June, will you let me bring her to see you? From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.

Keller would have died; and the innocent woman who had saved his life would have been suspected, perhaps even tried, on a charge of murdering him. I really trembled when I looked back on the terrible consequences which must have followed, if I had succeeded that morning in keeping myself awake.

Between the two lie the collections of short stories On this Side and Neighbors . From the second is taken the story here translated, In the Old Sun, which as an idyll of the Poorhouse has something of the qualities of Gottfried Keller, while the mystic setting is quite the property of the Swabian author.

Miss Keller pronounces each word as a foreigner does when he is still labouring with the elements of a sentence, or as children sometimes read in school when they have to pick out each word. She speaks French and German. Her friend, Mr. John Hitz, whose native tongue is German, says that her pronunciation is excellent.

Partly from temperament, partly from the conditions of her work, she has written rather a series of brilliant passages than a unified narrative; in point of fact, several paragraphs of her story are short themes written in her English courses, and the small unit sometimes shows its original limits. In rewriting the story, Miss Keller made corrections on separate pages on her braille machine.

"Are you in a hurry?" he asked, "or shall we go a round-about way and talk things over? The Keller won't be at its best till nearly midnight." "I've a sort of appointment at eleven-thirty," Clo said. "But I'd like to be on the spot before that, for a look round to get my bearings. I daresay I can tell you the whole story in twelve minutes.

Keller proceeded to count the Fund. "Fifteen thousand florins," he announced. "I thought it had been more than that. If poor dear Engelman had been here Never mind! What does the ledger say?" "Fifteen thousand florins," Mrs. Wagner answered. "Ah, very well, my memory must have deceived me. This used to be Engelman's business; and you are as careful as he was I can say no more." Mr.

Yeager led the way to his cabin, and offered Phyllis the single chair he boasted, and the nester a seat on the bed. Sitting beside him, he examined the wound and washed it. "Comes to being an invalid I'm a false alarm," Keller said apologetically. "I didn't want to come, but Miss Sanderson would bring me." "She was dead right, too.

As for friends you, dear Mr. Keller, are our only friend. Thank you again and again." She lowered her eyes softly to the floor, and glided out of the room. The back view of her figure was its best view. Even Mr. Keller constitutionally inaccessible to exhibitions of female grace followed her with his eyes, and perceived that his housekeeper was beautifully made.