16 THE NURNBERG STOVE.
good ?' murmured Dorothea over the child's sunny
head; for however hard poverty might pinch, it
could never pinch so tightly that Dorothea would
not find some wooden toy and some rosy apples to
put in her little sister's socks.
' Father Max has promised me a big goose, be¬
cause I saved the calf's life in June,' said August;
it was the twentieth time he had told them so that
month, he was so proud of it.
' And Aunt Maila will be sure to send us wine
and honey and a barrel of flour, she always does,'
said Albrecht; their Aunt Maila had a chalet and a
little farm over on the green slopes towards Dorp
' I shall go up into the woods and get Hlrsch-
vogel's crown,' said August; they always crowned
HIrschvogel for Christmas with pine boughs and
ivy and mountain berries. The heat soon withered
the crown ; but it was part of the religion of the day
to them, as much so as it was to cross themselves
in church, and raise their voices in the ' O Salutaris
And they fell chatting of all they would do on
the Christnight, and one little voice piped loud
against another's, and they were as happy as though
their stockings would be full of golden purses and
jewelled toys, and the big goose in the soup-pot
seemed to them such a meal as kings would envy.
In the midst of their chatter and laughter a blast