Stories by English Authors: Germany (Selected by Scribners) | Page 3

write or read quietly,
that fatal knock has come at the door, and I've known by instinct that
all chance of peace was over. Whenever I've been giving a luncheon

party, the tuner has arrived, with his abominable black bag, and his
abominable card which has to be signed at once. On one occasion I was
just proposing to a girl in her father's library when the tuner struck up
in the drawing-room. I left off suddenly, and fled from the house. But
there is no escape from these fiends; I believe they are swarming about
in the air like so many bacteria. And how, in the name of goodness, you
should deliberately choose to be one of them, and should be so
enthusiastic over your work, puzzles me beyond all words. Don't say
that you carry a black bag, and present cards which have to be filled up
at the most inconvenient time; don't--"
He stopped suddenly, for the little girl was convulsed with laughter.
She laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks, and then she dried
her eyes and laughed again.
"Excuse me," she said; "I can't help myself; it's so funny."
"It may be funny to you," he said, laughing in spite of himself; "but it is
not funny to me."
"Of course it isn't," she replied, making a desperate effort to be serious.
"Well, tell me something more about these tuners."
"Not another word," he said, gallantly. "I am ashamed of myself as it is.
Come to the end of the garden, and let me show you the view down
into the valley."
She had conquered her fit of merriment, but her face wore a settled
look of mischief, and she was evidently the possessor of some secret
joke. She seemed in capital health and spirits, and had so much to say
that was bright and interesting that Oswald Everard found himself
becoming reconciled to the whole race of tuners. He was amazed to
learn that she had walked all the way from Z----, and quite alone, too.
"Oh, I don't think anything of that," she said; "I had a splendid time,
and I caught four rare butterflies. I would not have missed those for
anything. As for the going about by myself, that is a second nature.
Besides, I do not belong to any one. That has its advantages, and I

suppose its disadvantages; but at present I have only discovered the
advantages. The disadvantages will discover themselves!"
"I believe you are what the novels call an advanced young woman," he
said. "Perhaps you give lectures on woman's suffrage, or something of
that sort?"
"I have very often mounted the platform," she answered. "In fact, I am
never so happy as when addressing an immense audience. A most
unfeminine thing to do, isn't it? What would the lady yonder in the
horse-cloth dress and billycock hat say? Don't you think you ought to
go and help her drive away the goat? She looks so frightened. She
interests me deeply. I wonder whether she has written an essay on the
feminine in woman. I should like to read it; it would do me so much
good."
"You are at least a true woman," he said, laughing, "for I see you can
be spiteful. The tuning has not driven that away."
"Ah, I had forgotten about the tuning," she answered, brightly; "but
now you remind me, I have been seized with a great idea."
"Won't you tell it to me?" he asked.
"No," she answered; "I keep my great ideas for myself, and work them
out in secret. And this one is particularly amusing. What fun I shall
have!"
"But why keep the fun to yourself?" he said. "We all want to be amused
here; we all want to be stirred up; a little fun would be a charity."
"Very well, since you wish it, you shall be stirred up," she answered;
"but you must give me time to work out my great idea. I do not hurry
about things, not even about my professional duties; for I have a strong
feeling that it is vulgar to be always amassing riches! As I have neither
a husband nor a brother to support, I have chosen less wealth, and more
leisure to enjoy all the loveliness of life! So you see I take my time
about everything. And to-morrow I shall catch butterflies at my leisure,

and lie among the dear old pines, and work at my great idea."
"I shall catch butterflies," said her companion; "and I too shall lie
among the dear old pines."
"Just as you please," she said; and at that moment the table d'hote bell
rang.
The little girl hastened to the bureau, and spoke rapidly in German to
the cashier.
"Ach, Fraulein!" he said.