The only member who had been friendly to the young knight was Hans Sachs. This jolly cobbler lived just across the street from the goldsmith—his modest shop standing in sharp contrast to Herr Pogner's stately mansion.
That same evening while David the apprentice was keeping shop during his master's absence, a woman came cautiously out of the side gate of the mansion with a basket on her arm, and approached him.
"Good-evening, David," she said.
"Good-evening, Lena," he answered, for it was Magdalen the maid. "What have you got in your basket?"
"Look and see," she said, tipping the lid.
What he saw made his eyes grow large. There were cookies and doughnuts and pretzels so tempting that he at once forgot his own late supper.
"Who are they for?" he asked.
"Let me ask you a question first. How did it go with the young knight to-day?"
"Why, marry, he was declared outdone and outsung."
"Are you sure? Didn't you help him and teach him the rules as I told you to?"