that the Methodist did not do his full duty in the way of eating and drinking; I have known divinity students, and know some now, with whom I should have no chance in that respect.  But the fact is that young men whose minds are employed in theological studies are generally somewhat thin, as will be seen in any of the numerous divinity students to be met with in Mecklenburg; when they have been settled in a good living for a few years, they begin to fill out like ordinary mortals.  Braesig remembered this, and did not despair of seeing Godfrey a portly parson one of these days, though how it was to come about was rather a puzzle to him.  Such was Godfrey Baldrian in appearance; but his portrait would not be complete if I did not add that he had the faintest possible tinge of Phariseeism in his expression.  It was only a tinge, but with Phariseeism as with rennet, a very small quantity is enough to curdle a large pan of milk.

They sat down to dinner, and Joseph asked:  “Where is Rudolph?” “Goodness gracious me, Joseph, what are you talking about!” said Mrs. Nuessler crossly.  “I’m sure you might know by this time that Rudolph is always late.  I dare say he’s out fishing; but whatever he’s about I can assure him that if he doesn’t come in time for dinner, he may just go without.”  The meal was a very silent one, for Braesig was too much occupied watching what was going on to be able to talk, and Mrs. Nuessler had enough to do wondering over the cause of the remarkable change in her daughters’ appearance.  The twins sat side by side, and looked as happy as if they had just awakened from a disagreeable dream, and were rejoicing that it was only a dream, and that the warm sunbeams were once more shining upon them.

When dinner was over, Mina whose turn it was to help her mother to clear away the dishes, tidy the room, and prepare the coffee, asked her sister:  “Where are you going, Lina?” “I’ll get my sewing and go to the arbor,” answered Lina.  “Very well,” said Mina, “I’ll join you there as soon as I’m ready.”  “And I’ll go too,” said Godfrey, “for I’ve got a book I want to finish.”  “That’s right,” said Braesig; “it’ll be a deuced good entertainment for Lina.”  Godfrey felt inclined to take the old man to task for using such a word as “deuced,” but on second thoughts refrained from doing so, for he knew that it was hopeless to try to bring Braesig round to his opinion, so he followed the girls from the room.  “Bless me!” cried Mrs. Nuessler.

“What can have happened to my girls?  They were as quiet as mice and never said a word to each other till this afternoon, and now they are once more one heart and one soul.”  “Hush, Mrs. Nuessler,” said Braesig, “I’ll find out all about it for you today.  Joseph, come with me; but mind you’re not to talk.”  Joseph followed him to the garden, and when they got there Braesig took his arm:  “Now hold your tongue, Joseph,” he said, “don’t look round, you must appear to be taking a walk after