thou must sing." And he seated himself at the piano-forte and
struck the keys. "Now, where art thou?" he cried, rather
displeased. The little one gazed upon the ground.

"How! dost thou weep; or is it the rain which hangs in thy black
eyelashes?" said Otto, and raised his head: "we only wish to do
thee a kindness. There--thou hast another skilling from me."

The little one still remained somewhat laconic. All that they
learned was that he was named Jonas, and that his grandmother
thought so much of him.

"Here thou hast the stockings!" said Wilhelm; "and see here! a coat
with a velvet collar, a much-to-be-prized keepsake! The boots! Thou
canst certainly stick both legs into one boot! See! that is as good
as having two pairs to change about with! Let us see!"

The boy's eyes sparkled with joy; the boots he drew on, the
stockings went into his pocket, and the bundle he took under his
arm.

"But thou must sing us a little song!" said Wilhelm, and the little
one commenced the old song out of the "Woman-hater," "Cupid never
can be trusted!"

The lively expression in the dark eyes, the boy himself in his wet,
wretched clothes and big boots, with the bundle under his arm; nay,
the whole had something so characteristic in it, that had it been
painted, and had the painter called the picture "Cupid on his
Wanderings," every one would have found the little god strikingly