The bells of Freiburg : . ^ And he sighed. I wondered why CHAPTER OUR CHRISTMAS GIFTS. O autumn in my life ever wentmore slowly than did that one,and yet never was any moremonotonous. Therefore it was, Ithink, that the Sunday spent atRothkreuz still stands out, when I lookback on those dark days, like a clearand sunny break in a cloudy sky. Therefore it was that I thought so much aboutit, and that Fraulein Grethel, as I saw her first,in her red-striped bodice, with the scarlet-tufted hat shading her good and gentle face,became the central figure of my dreams. Ioften thought about her, abo
The bells of Freiburg : . ^ And he sighed. I wondered why CHAPTER OUR CHRISTMAS GIFTS. O autumn in my life ever wentmore slowly than did that one,and yet never was any moremonotonous. Therefore it was, Ithink, that the Sunday spent atRothkreuz still stands out, when I lookback on those dark days, like a clearand sunny break in a cloudy sky. Therefore it was that I thought so much aboutit, and that Fraulein Grethel, as I saw her first,in her red-striped bodice, with the scarlet-tufted hat shading her good and gentle face,became the central figure of my dreams. Ioften thought about her, about Jost the clock-maker, Fritz the carver, and the big dog,Waldmann. I went back again in fancy to thekitchen of the Forest saw-mill and heard thelittle clocks ticking around the walls, and sawthe old couple sitting in the red fire-light, quite 78 THE BELLS OF FREIBURG. forgetting that all the time I was sitting on mythree-legged stool by the stove in this very room,while opposite me sat Uncle Karl smoking hisevening pipe. Uncle Karl used to sit as silent as I did,
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