“Of course, but what is the Au? I never heard of it?”
“One of the suburbs—at the other side of the Isar. There is a beautiful Gothic church there, which you can look at while I buy ticking to make Crescenz a mattress.”
“When do we set out?”
“The sooner the better, for the Major has proposed a party to the Stuberwoll Brewery afterwards; we are to sup there.”
“At the brewery?”
“Yes; the Major says the beer is excellent, and the roast geese delicious; Rosenberg enjoys the idea, of all things; he has a passion for roast goose!”
“Oh, what fun!” cried Gustavus, jumping about the room. “Mamma has promised to take me with her. It is a pity that Fritz has gone to grandpapa.”
“And may I go too?” asked Peppy.
“You are too young,” replied his brother, demurely; “you cannot walk so far.”
“I can, I can,” cried Peppy, commencing a roar.