"'Complained!' she repeated. 'As if Klaus would ever complain!'
"But he did complain; we met him at the breakfast-table down-stairs. Anna Maria was right; he looked wretchedly. 'I have a fearful headache,' he said, as she looked at him with a troubled face.
"Susanna did not hear it. 'Klaus,' she begged, coaxingly, 'we will illuminate the garden day after to-morrow, shall we not? Will you get me some more colored paper lanterns?'
"'Yes, Susy, willingly,' he replied; 'but I have no messenger. If you had only spoken of it earlier; Frederick has already gone to the city for Brockelmann, and I can spare no one from the harvesting, for I must make use of the little good weather.'
"'But you did know it, Klaus,' she pouted; 'I thought it would look so charming when evening comes, with the whole garden hung with lanterns.'
"He passed his hand over his aching head. 'Forgive me, my darling, I had forgotten it; I had so much on my mind. You shall have the lanterns.'
"'Have you written the invitations, Klaus?' the young wife continued.
"'Yes, yes,' he replied, 'I did it all very early; they are already on the way, and you shall have the lanterns to-morrow.'
"'To-morrow?' she asked, disappointed.
"'If my headache is better I can ride over this afternoon,' he said.