"'Papa, I wish to tell you something.'
"'Tell me, Christian.'
"'Mamma has a bad headache--such a bad, bad headache! I have been smoothing her forehead with my hand, but it will not go away for me. You cured my headache last week; come and cure mamma.'
"And at another time:
"'Papa, is not this beautiful?'
"'Yes, Christian, it is very pretty.'
"'Mamma painted it for me. Do you know, papa, she has painted me--yes, my portrait, and has put it in a book. It is exactly like--you could not tell it from me myself. Shall I ask her to give it to you--or will you come and ask for it yourself?'
"With my lady it was the same.
"'Mamma, papa has been writing all day long. I peeped through the window, and he looked so tired--just as you look sometimes. Now, mamma, tell me--do you think papa is happy?'
"'Mamma, see what papa has given me--a musical-box! Only because I said to him I should like a musical-box! Is he not good?'