"Perhaps father will tell you when he comes," suggested the mother. "Do you think you could possibly wait that long?"
"I don't believe I can," answered the lad, frankly; "but I suppose I shall have to."
That evening, when Herr Müller returned from his shop, Ferdinand plied him with questions in an effort to win from him, if possible, the long-withheld secret.
"Well, son, there's no use trying to keep you in the dark any longer. Where do you guess we are going?"
"To see Cousin Leopold in Tyrol."
"Well, that's a very good guess, and not all wrong, either; but guess again."
"Oh, I can't. It must be splendid, if it's better than visiting Cousin Leopold."
"Well, it is better," continued Herr Müller; "for not only are we going to pass a few days with your Tyrolese relations, but we are going to a farm."