"Why, simply this," and rising, he cried out lustily, "John, call Mrs. Wolston's carriage."
"Ah, to such an argument as that, there can be no reply; so I see you must be permitted to do what you like with us."
"Very good," continued Becker; "then there is one point decided: my wife and I will occupy the children's apartment."
"And the children," said Jack, "will occupy the open air. For my own part, I have no objection: that is a bedroom exactly to my taste."
"Spacious," remarked Ernest.
"Well-aired," suggested Fritz.
"Hangings of blue, inlaid with stars of gold," observed Frank.
"Any thing else?" inquired Becker.
"No, father, I believe the extent of accommodation does not go beyond that."
"Therefore I have decided upon something less vast, but more comfortable for you; you will go every night to our villa of Falcon's Nest."