My mother might have been your mother also, from
all appearances."
"Ah, I was a mere girl when she was married. She was the eldest while I
was the youngest of the family, and the fourteen years discrepancy
between our ages accounts for the differences in our appearance."
"And riches and fortune also," added Gottlieb; "poor mother, misfortune
has always been her lot; and although she has much trouble, she has
nevertheless an angel's forbearance."
"Her disposition resembles mine more than her person does," said Mrs.
H----, casting a glance of tender inquiry upon her husband.
"Yes, my dear," replied he, "your angelic disposition and patience are
well known."
He well understood the smile with which his wife had accompanied her
words.
"Good Fabian, you know how to appreciate your wife!"
"Sweet Ulgenie!"
Gottlieb glanced from his aunt to his uncle.
"Strange people these," thought he. "I think they are playing bo-peep
with each other, or perhaps they are blinding me; well, I care not; so
long as they do not disturb me, I will not meddle with their affairs.
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