Flattering Likeness
One beautiful summer afternoon, Herr Fraulich decided to take his family for a drive on the Prater in Vienna. After spending two hours over her toilet his wife appeared at last, leading their little son.
“Oh Kathi,” cried the husband, when he saw them, “how could you dress the child up like that! He looks simply crazy! I am not going to take you out this way. I don’t want people to think that I am parading a monkey.”
On this there was an exchange of sharp words, but finally the husband gave in and they set out. But on the stairs, Herr Fraulich, to spoil his wife’s triumph, said, “You may say just what you like, I stick to it—Franz looks just like a monkey.”
At the house-door they met a friend. She greeted them, kissed little Franz, and remarked:
“What an angel of a child your Franz is—the very image of his father!”