That evening Herr Schmidt went into his bedroom, and found a small burglar walking off with the two tall candles from his toilet table.
"Good evenin'," the burglar said calmly. "I'm glad you've come in, because now I can ask if you've any injection to lendin' us your candles, Herr Schmidt."
"Not at all, my dear; it is a bleasure."
He followed her into the hall. Suddenly she turned, looking gnomish.
"I invite you to join our little party, Herr Schmidt!" she said with a good deal of effect.
"A barty? But I am old—"
"Please come! I do so want you to come!"
He smiled delightedly.
"You are a nice little girl! Ach, yes, I will come if ze rest wish it also."
"Oh, yes, they will! You see, it's to jump over candles!"