He and Masie had worked it all out together, and please not to interfere.
But Kling did interfere, and right royally, too, when he found time to think it over.

Some one of the old German legends must have worked its way through the dull crust of his brain, bringing back memories of his childhood.

Perhaps his conscience was pricked by his clerk's attitude.
Whatever the cause, certain it is that he crept up-stairs a few hours before his house was to be thrown open to Masie's guests, and, finding the banquet hall completely finished and nobody about, Felix and Masie having gone out together to perfect some little detail connected with the gifts, walked around in an aimless way, overwhelmed by the beauty and charm of the interior as it lay before him in the afternoon light.
On his way down he met the deaf Gossburger coming up.
"Dot is awful nice!" he shouted.

"I couldn't believe dot was possible! Dot is a vunderful--VUNderful man! I don't see how dem rags and dot stuff look like dot ven you get 'em togedder anodder vay.

And now dere is vun thing I don't got in my head yet: Vot is it about dese presents ?" The old woman recounted the details as best she could.
"And dot is all, is it, Auntie Gossburger?
Only of pasteboard boxes vid candies in 'em, and little pieces paper vid writings on 'em dot Mr.
O'Day makes?
Is dot vot you mean ?" The old woman nodded.
Kling turned suddenly, went down-stairs with his head up and shoulders back, called Hans to keep shop, and put on his hat.
When he returned an hour later, he was followed by a man carrying a big box.