She had been informed the day before that the city clerk's wife was the mother of the child upon whom she had called down misfortune and death.
The keeper of an Augsburg bath-house, who had burned herself with boiling water, occupied the next bed.

She was recovering, and was a talkative woman, whose intrusive loquacity at first annoyed Kuni, nay, when she could not silence it, caused her pain.

But her conversation soon revealed that she knew every stick and stone in her native city.
Kuni availed herself of this, and did not need to ask many questions to learn everything that she desired to know about the little beggar-landed elf.
She was Juliane, the young daughter of Herr Conrad Peutinger, the city clerk--a girl of unusual cleverness, and a degree of learning never before found in a child eleven years old.

The bath-house keeper had many wonderful stories to relate of her remarkable wisdom, with which even highly educated men could not vie.

In doing so, she blamed the father and mother, who had been unnatural parents to the charming child; for to make the marvel complete, and to gratify their own vanity, they had taxed the little girl's mind with such foolish strenuousness that the frail body suffered.