I've taken only Fred's small drum, because mine is too large.

See if it won't go in here!" and Oscar measured the drum against his travelling-bag, only to be compelled to acknowledge that it was too large by half.

The bells, too, had to be laid aside, though the boy complained that they were absolutely needed to call the guests together at the festival.
"Whose flute is that ?" asked the aunt; "it is a beauty." "It belongs to Feklitus.

He is learning to play on it; and he was glad enough to lend it to me, because while it's gone he can't be made to practise!" Mother and aunt agreed that the flute must not be packed without the consent of Feklitus' parents.
Fred came now with an armful of articles of various kinds for his bag, and behind him appeared Kathri, saying:-- "Mrs.Bickel wants to see Mrs.Stein." "This isn't a very good time to choose," said Mrs.Stein, with a sigh.
"I shall have to leave this all to you," she added, turning to her sister; "and, children, you really must make up your minds what is necessary to take, and not bring all sorts of useless stuff, that only has to be carried back again." With these words Mrs.Stein went into the room where her guest was sitting.

It was easy to see that Mrs.Bickel had something very important on her mind.