If I was afflicted with a son myself, I think I should prefer David." This specimen of Jack's method of asserting himself, and other similar outbreaks which Fritz and I mischievously encouraged, failed apparently to afford any amusement to Madame Fontaine.

Once she roused herself to ask Mr.Keller if his sister had written to him from Munich.

Hearing that no reply had been received, she relapsed into silence.

The old excuse of a nervous headache was repeated, when Mr.Keller and my aunt politely inquired if anything was amiss.
When the letters were delivered the next morning, two among them were not connected with the customary business of the office.

One (with the postmark of Bingen) was for me.