spade against the white post that supported the turreted
dove-house, and wiped his face with his shirt-sleeve; some-
way he never managed to have a handkerchief about him.
Wunsch was short and stocky, with something rough and
bear-like about his shoulders. His face was a dark, bricky
red, deeply creased rather than wrinkled, and the skin was
like loose leather over his neck band--he wore a brass
collar button but no collar. His hair was cropped close;
iron-gray bristles on a bullet-like head. His eyes were
always suffused and bloodshot. He had a coarse, scornful
mouth, and irregular, yellow teeth, much worn at the edges.
His hands were square and red, seldom clean, but always
alive, impatient, even sympathetic.

"MORGEN," he greeted his pupil in a businesslike way,
put on a black alpaca coat, and conducted her at once to
the piano in Mrs. Kohler's sitting-room. He twirled the
stool to the proper height, pointed to it, and sat down in a
wooden chair beside Thea.

"The scale of B flat major," he directed, and then fell
into an attitude of deep attention. Without a word his
pupil set to work.

To Mrs. Kohler, in the garden, came the cheerful sound
of effort, of vigorous striving. Unconsciously she wielded
her rake more lightly. Occasionally she heard the teacher's