A number, which had been purposely given to one of the elder ladies, was now called out, and the boys brought forward a large, heavy, brown earthen jug.

To the same hung a direction the length of two sheets of paper, upon which was written, "A remedy against frost." The jug was opened, and a very nice boa taken out and presented to the lady.
"What number have you ?" inquired Otto of Wilhelm's sister, who, freed from her long veil, now entered the room and took her place near him.
"Number 34," she answered.

"I was to keep the number which remained over when the others had drawn." "We are, then, neighbors in the chain of Fate," returned Otto; "I have number 33." "Then one of us will receive something very bad!" said Sophie.

"For, as much as I know, only every other number is good." At this moment their numbers were called out.

The accompanying poem declared that only a poetical, noble mind deserved this gift.