"Come quickly, Fritz. Now, we can slip away!" said Mitzi.
They were in the market place of Mainz. Their father was sitting at a booth under a striped umbrella. He was selling a few toys, and he looked more cheerful than usual.
Mitzi led her brother down the street.
"Quickly, come! We shall stand here before this big church," she said.
They had stopped in front of a beautiful old cathedral. Near by stood the statue of a man holding a sheet of paper in his hands.
"That is the statue of Gutenberg (Go͞o´tĕn-bĕrk), the inventor of printing," said Mitzi.
Fritz could not help thinking, just then, of all the great men who have come out of Germany. There was this Gutenberg, born here in Mainz. There was Professor Einstein (Īn´stīn), the famous scientist, born in Ulm. There was—
| MAINZ |
"Fritz! Fritz!" His sister was stamping her foot and screaming until she was almost purple in the face. "Will you listen?" she cried. "What are you thinking of? Come now! Stop dreaming and play your violin!"
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