There was no doubt about the matter. The old man, in his blue cloak, stood for a few moments politely disputing the question of precedence with his handsome son-in-law. Then the Captain bowed and passed in, and the old man followed him.
By the time that the service was ended everybody knew of the happy peace-making, and was glad. One old friend after another came up with blessings and good wishes. This was a proper Christmas, indeed, they said. There was a general rejoicing.
But only the grandfather and his children knew that it was hatched from "The Peace Egg."
By a Bavarian Comrade.
| "Over his tumbler of Gukguk he |
| sat reading journals, sometimes |
| contemplatively looking into |
| the clouds of his tobacco-pipe: |
| an agreeable phenomenon,—more |
| especially when he opened |
| his lips for speech." |
| Carlyle. |