"Were the pease not tender, and the vegetables fresh and sweet as sugar
What was the matter with the hams, the smoked goose-breasts, and the
herrings? What with the roasted lamb, and the refreshing red-sprinkled
head-lettuce? Was not the vinegar sharp, and the nut-oil balmy? Was not
the butter as sweet as a nut, the red radishes tender? What?" --VOSS'S
Louise.

"Mr. Thostrup shall see the Kammerjunker's old country-seat;
to-morrow we must go over."

Louise could not go with them, a hundred small duties chained her
to the house. The most important of them all was ironing.

"But that the house-maid can do," said Sophie. "Do come with us."

"When thou seest thy linen nice and neat in thy drawers," returned
Louise, "thou wilt certainly pardon me for remaining at home."

"Yes, thou art a glorious girl!" said Sophie; "thou dost deserve to
have been known by Jean Paul, and made immortal in one of his
books. Thou dost deserve the good fortune of being sung of by such
a poet."

"Dost thou call it good fortune," answered the sister, "when the
whole world directs its attention to one person?--that must be
painful! unhappy! No, it is much better not to be remarked at all.
Take my greetings with you, and ask for my Claudius back; they have
had it now a whole half year."

"There, they have kept half my sister's library," said Sophie,