Is it possible that in my childish reflections I recognized the fact that ours was a secretive atmosphere, where knowledge was for the few, and wisdom was sometimes a capital offence?
In the summer-time I lived outdoors considerably.

I found many occasions to visit my mother in the store, which gave me a long walk.
If my errand was not pressing--or perhaps even if it was--I made a long stop on the Platz, especially if I had a companion with me.

The Platz was a rectangular space in the centre of a roomy square, with a shady promenade around its level lawn.

The Korpus faced on the Platz, which was its drill ground.

Around the square were grouped the fine residences of the officers of the Korpus, with a great white church occupying one side.