As there were no tailors up the Nile, when I got back to Cairo I needed a new outfit.

But there was one suit of clothes too good to throw away, which we kept for a "change," and which was known as my "Smike suit," because it left my wrists and ankles as bare as those of poor Smike himself.
When we reached Dresden we younger children were left to spend the summer in the house of Herr Minckwitz, a member of either the Municipal or the Saxon Government--I have forgotten which.

It was hoped that in this way we would acquire some knowledge of the German language and literature.

They were the very kindest family imaginable.

I shall never forget the unwearied patience of the two daughters.