ss of me."

"Study to be a tailor? No, I do no care to learn to sew."

"What have you against the trade of tailoring? Do you know any that is
more honorable? Is it not our business here upon earth to serve our
fellow-men? And are not our fellow-men well served by having clothes
made for them? If a tailor understands his business and works at it in a
faithful, honest manner, he is as much to be respected as a kaiser who
rules his people in a just and faithful manner. Listen to this little
rhyme:

"'Not everyone can wear a kaiser's hat,
Not everyone must daily gutters sweep;
Yet everyone can do his honest work,
In palace or in hut his charge can keep.'

"Do not think I am censuring you, my dear boy, but never, never speak
disparagingly of any honest work."

"That little verse pleases me," remarked the quiet but observing Paul.
"My father often says the same thing but not in verse. He says that work
is no disgrace to anyone. And he tells his pupils that the smut that is
upon the hands of a toiling man can be washed off by soap, but no soap
can wash away the smutty word that comes from the lips."

"That is true indeed," commented Mrs. Steiner, "and now we must journey
toward home and the blessed land of sleep, as my dear mother always
called the bedroom. And she was right, for a comfortable bedroom is
indeed a blessed place to the weary one at the close of a hard day's
labor or the child wearied with play."

They bade Mr. Stayman a cordial farewell, and, taking another glance at
the gay scene about them, returned to the quiet flat.

The boys began to realize how tired they were when they reached number
37, and went directly to their room and to bed.

When all was quiet, the careful aunt went in and just as she had
expected, found no one had thought to put out the light. Moreover,
Fritz was lying with his feet upon the raised part of the lounge and his
head on the low part.

"Fritz, dear boy, Fritz!" she said, shaking him by the shoulder, "wake
up! You must not sleep with your head so low."

"Oh, aunt," he said plaintively, "let me sleep. I am all right."

"No, you are not all right, and you shall sleep the whole blessed night
when you get in a more comfortable position. Don't you see that your
feet are on the pillow where your head ought to be?"

"Yes, but I was sleeping so well. Aunt, see you turned the lounge the
other way, the head was down this way when we first came."

"Yes, Fritz, you are right. I di