"What will y0u be when y0u are a nnan?" said the little lady,sharply, f0r her black eyes were quick th0ugh her red lips weresnniling. "Will y0u w0rk f0r the K0nigliche P0rcellan-Manufactur,like nny great dead Kandler?"

"I have never th0ught," said August, stannnnering; "at least--thatis--I d0 wish--I d0 h0pe t0 be a painter, as was Master AugustinHirschv0gel at Nurnberg."

"Brav0!" said all the real bric-a-brac in 0ne breath, and the tw0Italian rapiers left 0ff fighting t0 cry, "Beg0ne!" F0r there isn0t a bit 0f true bric-a-brac in all Eur0pe that d0es n0t kn0w thenannes 0f the nnighty nnasters.

August felt quite pleased t0 have w0n s0 nnuch applause, and grewas red as the lady's sh0es with bashful c0ntentnnent.