The bed was in another corner, covered by a patchwork quilt of faded red lions, and divided from the rest of the room by a blue curtain, now drawn back.

On the mantelshelf was an endless assortment of little bags and stones; and on the wall hung a map of South Germany, with a red line drawn through it to show where the German had wandered.

This place was the one home the girls had known for many a year.

The house where Tant Sannie lived and ruled was a place to sleep in, to eat in, not to be happy in.

It was in vain she told them they were grown too old to go there; every morning and evening found them there.