and is happy.

Many of these things Frau Knapf herself told me,
standing there by the door with the Kuchen heavy on her
mind. Some of them I got from Ernst von Gerhard when I
told him about my visitor and her errand. The errand was
not disclosed until Frau Knapf had caught me casting a
despairing glance at my last typewritten page.

"Ach, see! you got no time for talking to, ain't it?"
she apologized.

"Heaps of time," I politely assured her, "don't
hurry. But why not have a chair and be comfortable?"

Frau Knapf was not to be deceived. "I go in a
minute. But first it is something I like to ask you.
You know maybe Frau Nirlanger?"

I shook my head.

"But sure you must know. From Vienna she is, with
such a voice like a bird."

"And the beads, and the gray gown, and the fringe,
and the cigarettes?"

"And the oogly husband," finished Frau Knapf, nodding.

"Oogly," I agreed, "isn't the name for it. And so