"Yes, Fräulein Cecilia."

"There is no church of that sort here," I said, "but there is a
Reformed Church next door."

With a very doubtful expression, she said: "I will see, Fräulein. And
_bitte_, is not the _Pfingsten_ a Fest-tag in America? In our country,
you know, it is _more_ than Sunday, and the people always amuse
themselves."

I explained to her as clearly as I could, that Pfingsten (Whit-Sunday)
was only a Fest-tag in her church, mine, and the Church of England, and
that it was never in this country a Fest-tag, outside of the religious
observance.

A very perplexed face was the result of my explanations; why Pfingsten
should not be Pfingsten the world over, and a public holiday with all
sorts of merry-makings, she could not understand.




CHAPTER II.

Arrival of the Piano--Routine of a Day--Morning Toilettes--The
Dining-room--Pictures--Ida and Gabrielle--How occupied--The Evening
Mail--Musical Evenings.


_June 4_.