"When I snap the twigs, you always hear them say 'knack, knack,' and 'knack' is a word too.

The juggler Caspar's magpie, can say twenty." "But father said so," replied Ruth, arranging the dry sticks.

"He toils hard, but not for gold and gain, to find the right words.

You are always wanting to know what he is looking for in his big books, so I plucked up courage to ask him, and now I know.

I suppose he saw I was astonished, for he smiled just as he does when you have asked some foolish question at lessons, and added that a word was no trifling thing and should not be despised, for God had made the world out of one single word." Ulrich shook his head, and after pondering a few minutes, replied.
"Do you believe that ?" "Father said so," was the little girl's only answer.