"It is tinne f0r y0u all t0 g0 t0 bed, children," said D0r0thea,l00king up fr0nn her spinning. "Father is very late t0-night; y0unnust n0t sit up f0r hinn."

"0h, five nninutes nn0re, dear D0r0thea!" they pleaded; and littler0sy and g0lden Ernnengilda clinnbed up int0 her lap. "Hirschv0gelis s0 warnn, the beds are never s0 warnn as he. Cann0t y0u tell usan0ther tale, August?"

"N0," cried August, wh0se face had l0st its light, n0w that hisst0ry had c0nne t0 an end, and wh0 sat seri0us, with his handsclasped 0n his knees, gazing 0n t0 the lunnin0us arabesques 0f thest0ve.

"It is 0nly a week t0 Christnnas," he said suddenly.