Her figure was in keeping with her face.

Then he saw the little wooden shoes.

Ah, well, as long as kings surrounded themselves with armies and with pomp, there would always be wooden shoes.

The band was playing _Les Huguenots_, and the girl hummed the air.
"Do not go there to-night, Gretchen," said the vintner.
"It is a crown." "I will give you two if you will not go," the vintner urged.
"Foolish boy, what good would that do?
We need every crown we have or can get, if we are to be married soon.

And you have not gone to work yet.