is the dog of some
unholy foreigner. In England, when we want to keep dogs out of places,
we put up wire netting, six feet high, supported by buttresses, and
defended on the top by spikes. In Germany, they put a notice-board in
the middle of the place, "Hunden verboten," and a dog that has German
blood in its veins looks at that notice-board and walks away. In a
German park I have seen a gardener step gingerly with felt boots on to
grass-plot, and removing therefrom a beetle, place it gravely but firmly
on the gravel; which done, he stood sternly watching the beetle, to see
that it did not try to get back on the grass; and the beetle, looking
utterly ashamed of itself, walked hurriedly down the gutter, and turned
up the path marked "Ausgang."

In German parks separate roads are devoted to the different orders of the
community, and no one person, at peril of liberty and fortune, may go
upon another person's road. There are special paths for "wheel-riders"
and special paths for "foot-goers," avenues for "horse-riders," roads for
people in light vehicles, and roads for people in heavy vehicles; ways
for children and for "alone ladies." That no particular route has yet
been set aside for bald-headed men or "new women" has always struck me as
an omission.

In the Grosse Garten in Dresden I once came across an old lady, standing,
helpless and bewildered, in the centre of seven tracks. Each was guarded
by a threatening notice, warning everybody off it but the person for whom
it was intended.

"I am sorry to trouble you," said the old lady, on learning I could speak
English and read German, "but would you mind telling me what I am and
where I have to go?"

I inspected her carefully. I came to the conclusion that she was a
"grown-up" and a "foot-goer," and pointed out her path. She looked at
it, and seemed disappointed.

"But I don't want to go down there," she said; "mayn't I go this way?"

"Great heavens, no, madam!" I replied. "That path is reserved for
children."

"But I wouldn't do them any harm," said the old lady, with a smile. She
did not look the sort of old lady who would have done them any harm.

"Madam," I replied, "if it rested with me, I would trust you down that
path, though my own first-born were at the other end; but I can only
inform you of the laws of this country. For you, a full-grown woman, to
venture down that path is to go to certain fine, if not imprisonment.
There is your path, mar