"Nun, gut,—dat man he means might be me, Katrina," said Herr Baumgärtner, with a little glance of pride at his inner man.
"He did not say it was you, Vater, but he is a good young man and I know you will like him. And I may go?"
Herr Baumgärtner found it very hard to refuse Katrina anything, and when he felt obliged to do so he consoled himself with the reflection:
"It causes me sorrow not to give her everyt'ings, but it is better for her."
However, he felt that this was not the time for the discipline of self-denial, so he gave his consent.
"Ja wohl, to-night kannst du, Katrinchen."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Father," and she gave his arm an affectionate squeeze as together they passed out of the office.
"Doesn't the store look fine, and how good everything smells," said Katrina, delighting in the spicy odors. But Katrina was in a mood to be delighted with anything.
"So much thoughts, so great work, das ist," replied her father, looking at the exemplification of the law of supply and demand going on steadily before them, and added, "but die trade goes well dis year."