But love for Germany and the development of German character, which Froebel made the foundation of his method of education, are too deeply rooted there ever to be extirpated.

Both are as zealously fostered in Keilhau now as in former years.
After a cordial greeting from Barop, we had desks assigned us in the schoolroom, which were supplied with piles of books, writing materials, and other necessaries.

Ludo's bed stood in the same dormitory with mine.
Both were hard enough, but this had not damped our gay spirits, and when we were taken to the other boys we were soon playing merrily with the rest.
The first difficulty occurred after supper, and proved to be one of the most serious I encountered during my stay in the school.
My mother had unpacked our trunks and arranged everything in order.
Among the articles were some which were new to the boys, and special notice was attracted by several pairs of kid gloves and a box of pomade which belonged in our pretty leather dressing-case, a gift from my grandmother.
Dandified, or, as we should now term them, "dudish" affairs, were not allowed at Keilhau; so various witticisms were made which culminated when a pupil of about our own age from a city on the Weser called us Berlin pomade-pots.

This vexed me, but a Berlin boy always has an answer ready, and mine was defiant enough.

The matter might have ended here had not the same lad stroked my hair to see how Berlin pomade smelt.