"It seems to me, my dear Mrs. Halm, that all your children have pretty
high-flown ideas," he said impressively. "I can only hope that before
long they will learn that in this world it is not possible for everybody
to do what he pleases."

The mother approved this good wish, but added: "I have to tell you,
though, that Mux has gotten this idea from his favorite book, where
the picture of a general on horseback interests him more than anything
else. This, of course, is a passing impression, like many others."

"One can never urge proper and successful work too soon nor too often;
please do not overlook that, my friend!" With these words the guardian
ended the interview and, saying good-bye, carefully descended the steep
staircase.

Just then a child was running up the stairs so quickly that it actually
seemed as if she had no need to touch the steps at all. As the gentleman
was taking up all the room, the only space left for a passage was under
the arm with which he held the railing. Here the lithe creature tried
to slip through.

"Stop, stop! Do you not belong to the parson's widow, Mrs. Halm?" asked
the gentleman, making a barrier with his arm.

"Yes, I belong to her," was the quick answer. And stooping down still
lower, the small person again tried to pass.

"Just hold still one moment, if you can," the gentleman now demanded.
"You probably know that I am Mr. Schaller, your guardian. I have just