"Always, no matter what we strive for. But a brave heart and a cheerful smile carry you half-way up the hill. Where were you going when this popinjay stopped you?"
"I was going to the clock-mender's for a clock he is repairing."
"I've nothing to do. I'll go with you. I've an idea that I should like to talk with you about a very important matter. Perhaps it would be easier to talk first and then go for the clock. If you have it you'll be watching it. Will you come into the garden with me now?"
"Yes, Herr." Gretchen would have gone anywhere with this strange man. He inspired confidence.
The garden was a snug little place; a few peach-trees and arbor-vines and vegetables, and tables and chairs on the brick walk.
"So you are going to become a prima donna?" he began, seating himself opposite her.
"I am going to try," she smiled. "What is it you wish to say to me?"
"I am wondering how to begin," looking at the blue sky.
"Is it difficult?"
"Yes, very."