The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER WEDDING BELLS. T was on the Feast of St. John, theday after our return to Freiburg,that I learnt Karls had started early in the morn-ing to go to Rothkreuz, on pressingbusiness, as he informed me. I didnot ask what it was ; he had had thesole charge of the business so long that therewere many matters of which I knew nothing,and as yet I had little desire to question him. It was nearly sunset before he returned. Iwas sitting in my old place by the stove, andAnnchen sat near me, knitting her hundredthpair of stockings to add to my store. Dearsoul,
The bells of Freiburg : . CHAPTER WEDDING BELLS. T was on the Feast of St. John, theday after our return to Freiburg,that I learnt Karls had started early in the morn-ing to go to Rothkreuz, on pressingbusiness, as he informed me. I didnot ask what it was ; he had had thesole charge of the business so long that therewere many matters of which I knew nothing,and as yet I had little desire to question him. It was nearly sunset before he returned. Iwas sitting in my old place by the stove, andAnnchen sat near me, knitting her hundredthpair of stockings to add to my store. Dearsoul, she said this plenishing of my wardrobehad been one of her greatest comforts during themonths we were parted from each other! Our eldest sat by the window, also knitting; WEDDING BELLS. 12$ the red winter sunlight on her fair hair, andquiet little housewifely face and figure. Our younger children were in the dark cornerbehind Annchens oaken linen-press, acting overagain, under the guidance of my son Gottfried,the finding of the bank-
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