I explained this to my sister, and often when we were in our own street she would call out 'March!' to see if the long row of houses would not begin to move.

However, we liked the old part of Berlin better, where the streets, with their capricious and serpent-like windings, reminded us of the crooked alleys of Moscow.

The streamlets of the Spree exercised a powerful attraction over us.

Blondchen thought they played hide-and-seek with children, who would run through the streets to search for them.

They came suddenly into sight where one would least expect to see them, in the yard of a house in the Werderschen Market, behind an apparently innocent archway on the Hausvogtei Platz, at the backs of houses whose fronts betrayed no existence of any water near.