It lasted three weeks, and was the only time we were allowed to return home.

And what varied pleasures awaited us there! Martha, whom we left a young lady of seventeen, remained unaltered in her charming, gentle grace, but Paula changed every year.

One Easter we found the plump school-girl transformed into a slender young lady.

The next vacation she had been confirmed, wore long dresses, had lost every trace of boyishness, even rarely showed any touch of her former drollery.
She did not care to go to the theatre, of which Martha was very fond, unless serious dramas were performed.

We, on the contrary, liked farces.
I still remember a political quip which was frequently repeated at the Konigstadt Theatre, and whose point was a jeer at the aspirations of the revolution: "Property is theft, or a Dream of a Red Republican." We were in the midst of the reaction and those who had fought at the barricades on the 18th of March applauded when the couplet was sung, of which I remember these lines: "Ah! what bliss is the aspiration To dangle from a lamp-post As a martyr for the nation!" During these vacations politics was naturally a matter of utter indifference to us, and toward their close we usually paid a visit to my grandmother and aunt in Dresden.
So the years passed till Easter (1852) came, and with it our confirmation and my separation from Ludo, who was to follow a different career.