And then she turns her back on me and won't even speak to me." "Indeed! I have seen that long ago," Kurt broke in, "and I began a song about her yesterday.

It ought to be sung to her.

I'll recite it to you: A SONG ABOUT A WELL KNOWN YOUNG LADY.
I know a maiden fair of face, Who mostly turns her back.
All noise she thinks a great disgrace, But tricks she does not lack.
"No, Kurt, you mustn't go on with that song," Mea cried with indignation.
"Mea is right when she doesn't want you to celebrate her friends in that way, Kurt," said the mother, "and if she asks you to, you must leave off." "But I am her brother and I do not wish to see my sister being tyranized over and treated badly by a friend.

I certainly wouldn't call her a real friend," Kurt eagerly exclaimed.

"I should be only too glad if my song made her so angry that she would break the friendship entirely.