bering recollections in her heart.

It was arranged that directly after dinner Dora should go over into the
garden, and stay there till late in the evening. Thereupon Mrs. Birkenfeld
took her leave.

Aunt Ninette hastened at once to her husband's study, and laid the new
plan before him. Uncle Titus received it with pleasure, for although the
want of fresh air was becoming very trying to him, yet taking a walk for
air and exercise was something he had never been accustomed to, and he
could not make up his mind to the loss of so much valuable time. The offer
was therefore very seasonable. He even proposed to go to the summer-house
directly, and his wife accompanied him. They took the longest way, round
the outside of the garden, so as to avoid meeting any one. At the farthest
end they came to a little garden-gate which led directly to the secluded
summer-house. Close to the little house were two old nut-trees and a
weeping willow, with thick pendent branches, and behind, far away into
the distance, stretched the soft green meadows. Far and near, all was
perfectly still. Uncle Titus had brought several thick books with him,
under each arm, for he thought he should like to take possession at once,
if he found it to his mind. Aunt Ninette carried the inkstand and paper,
and Dora brought up the rear, with cigars and the wax-taper.

Mr. Ehrenreich was well pleased with the place; he settled himself at
once, took his seat at the table, drew in a long breath of the pure air
which blew in through the open doors and windows, and softly rubbed his
hands with satisfaction. He began to write directly, and Aunt Ninette and
Dora withdrew, and left him alone to his work.

By this time the news of the twins' exploit of yesterday, had spread
through the house. For when Rolf returned from his morning lessons, he
went straight for his bow, and of course discovered at once the loss of
one arrow. Very much incensed, he ran about the house to find out who had
been meddling with his property. He had little trouble in discovering the
offenders, for the twins were so broken down by the suffering they had
been through, that they confessed at once, and told him the whole story,
including their horror at the cry of pain, and adding that their mother
had now gone to the cottage, to inquire who had been hit. Then they showed
Rolf where they had fired the arrow through the hedge, and to be sure
there it was, lying on the ground, in Mrs. Kurd's garden