But to-morrow, or the day after, many people are leaving, and then I can give you what you want." Wilhelm's face clouded with disappointment, but only for a moment, then he said: "Very well, I will stay." "Luggage ?" said the landlord, in his short, unceremonious way.

"My luggage is at Haslach.

It can come up to-morrow." "Bertha," called the landlord, in such a strident tone that the mountains echoed the sound.

The visitors drinking in the kiosk smiled; they were well accustomed to the man.

A neat red-cheeked girl appeared in the doorway.