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"When I was a little girl living with my family near Michelstadt in the Odenwald, I remember an old woman like an old witch, whose name was Louise, and who was called 'Pfeiffe Louise, because she exhibited pipes for sale in her cottage window, along with the cheap dress-stuffs, needles and threads, and simple toys for children which were her stock-in-trade.
"After a few years of married life the second wife died, and Lautenschlager married a third. The little cottage business had prospered, and in its place he now had a considerable draper's shop in Michelstadt.
"If it should suit me at any time to visit Michelstadt, I would certainly be pleased to make the acquaintance of the fathers of such gentlemanly boys." The triplets smiled, touched their hats, started off again and were soon out of sight.
He is a clothing merchant in the village of Michelstadt." "Very good! I know him well. Now tell me who you are," turning to Paul. "My father is Paul Roth, he is a teacher. My name is the same." "Very good; now, my boy," turning to Franz. "My father is named Franz Krupp, and I am named for him. He is the head-forester in the Odenwald.
You have told me where you are going, now tell me where you are from." "We are from the country near the village of Michelstadt," replied Fritz. "We left at six o'clock this morning to pass our holiday with my father's sister, Mrs. Fanny Steiner." "That is good. Now tell me your names and your fathers'." "My father is Fritz Heil, and I am named for him.
It kept watch beside the body when she was dead, and refused to be driven away. In a fit of exasperation Lautenschlager seized it, carried it off, and drowned it in the little River Mumling, at a place where the road from Michelstadt to the neighbouring village Steinbach runs near the water's edge. It was bordered with poplars then, but chestnut trees shade it now.
"Good friend, we are three boys on our holiday journey. We have been to Frankfort, and are on our way home to Michelstadt." "Who is in there with you?" "Three working people who allowed us to take shelter here from the rain." The forest-keeper opened the door, struck a light in his lantern and stepped in. "What brought you in here?" he asked of the three grown travelers. "There is no need to ask.
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