Rosamond's head was not held so high now, for her husband's manner with the children had shown her that he intended to be master in his home.
"When do we dine?" he asked.
"We have no regular hour," she answered.
"We will dine at seven," said Theodore; "breakfast at eight; the hour for lunch you may please yourself about, as I shall not be here. The children will not dine with us," he added. "And now I should like to see my room."
Rosamond, who was as completely subdued as the children, very meekly did as she was told, and Theodore found himself master without any further trouble.
But he could not forget good Mother Munster, and while he knew he should be content in the bosom of his family, he found his thoughts often with Mother Munster, across the water.
It was not an easy matter being the father of a family. If he felt like jumping or lying on the floor, there were the children, and he must not lose his dignity for a moment. "I would rather be a son," he said, "than be the father of a family. If I could get back to Germany and good Mother Munster I should be quite happy."
Of course this was not the proper feeling for a husband and father to have, but you must remember that Theodore had all this thrust upon him before he had any of the joys of boyhood.
One day he heard the family where he lived talking about going abroad, and saw the big trunks being packed.
"Oh dear," thought Theodore, "I wonder if they will take me with them. Perhaps they will go to Germany where the good Mother Munster lives."