"But your coats! This morning I met a policeman with the wet bundle in his arms, and it was he who told me of your accident." "The coats were fished up at an early hour," said Fink, "but Karl doubts whether they will ever dry.

Meanwhile, Wohlfart's boots are on a voyage of discovery toward the ocean." Anton blushed with anger at his friend's jests, and looked stealthily toward the upper end of the table.

The merchant glanced darkly at the cheerful Fink.

Sabine was pale and downcast--the cousin alone was fluent in her pity for the coats.
The dinner was more solemn than usual.

After the plates were removed, Mr.Liebold rose to fulfill the arduous duty imposed upon him by his position--to propose the health of their principal.