“What are you inventing, Maezli?” said the mother.  “You probably don’t know yourself what it means.”

“Oh, yes, I know,” Maezli assured her.  “I asked her if the boys were still locked up because Kurt said that.”

Kurt laughed out loud:  “Oh, you naughty child to talk so wild!  Because I say that those two ought to be locked up, Maezli runs over and immediately asks their mother that question.”

Mrs. Maxa now understood clearly where her visitor had heard about her boy’s behaviour of yesterday.

“Maezli,” she said admonishingly, “have you forgotten that you are not to ask questions of grown-up people who come to see me?”

“But why shouldn’t I ask what the locked-up children are doing?” Maezli declared, feigning great pity in her voice.

“Now the foxy little thing wants to incline mother to be comforted by pretending to pity them,” Kurt declared.

Suddenly a terrific shout of joy sounded from all voices at once as they all called:  “Uncle Phipp!  Uncle Phipp!” In a moment they had disappeared through the door.

Kurt jumped out through the window, which was not dangerous for him and was the shortest way to the street.  The mother also ran outside to greet Uncle Phipp who was her only brother.  He lived on his estate in Sils valley, which was famous for its fruit.  He was always the most welcome guest in his sister’s house.  He had been away on a journey and had not made his appearance for several weeks in Nolla, and his coming was therefore greeted with special enthusiasm.  One could hardly guess that there was an uncle in the midst of the mass which was moving forward and taking up the whole breadth of the road.  The five children were hanging on to him on all sides in such a way that it looked as if one solid person was walking along on many feet.

“Maxa, I have no hand for you as you can see,” the brother saluted her.  “I greet you heartily, though, with my head, which I can still nod.”

“No, I want to have your hand,” Mrs. Maxa replied.  “Lippo can let your right hand go for a moment.  How are you, Philip?  Welcome home!  Did you have a pleasant journey and did you find what you were looking for?”

“All has gone to my greatest satisfaction.  Forward now, young people, because I want to take off my overcoat,” the uncle commanded.  “It is filled with heavy objects which might pull me to the ground.”

Shouting with joy, the five now pushed their uncle into the house; they had all secretly guessed what the heavy objects in his long pockets were.  When the uncle had reached the house, he insisted on taking off his coat alone in order to prevent the things from being hurt.  He had to hang it up because the mother insisted that they should go to lunch and postpone everything else till the afternoon.  The next difficult and important question to be settled was, who should be allowed to sit beside Uncle Philip at dinner, because those next had the best chance to