When he grew weary of walking and they sat down on a bench to rest, the Major had always some interesting story to tell, to beguile the time, and Dora was certain that no one in the whole world could tell such delightful stories as her father, who was indeed in her opinion the most agreeable and lovable of men.  Her favorite tales, and those which the Major himself took most pleasure in relating, were little incidents in the life of Dora’s mother, who was now is heaven.  He loved to tell the child how affectionate and happy her mother had always been, and how many friends she had won for herself, and how she always brought sunshine with her wherever she went, and how nobody ever saw her who did not feel at once attracted to her, and how she was even now remembered by those who had known and loved her during life.

When Major Falk once began to talk about his dearly-beloved wife, he was apt to forget the flight of time, and often the cool evening wind first aroused him with its chilly breath to the fact that he was lingering too long in the outer air.  Then he and his little Dora would rise from the bench in the shade of the lindens, and slowly wander back into town, until they stopped before a many-storied house in a narrow street, and the Major would generally say,

“We must go up to see Uncle Titus and Aunt Ninette this afternoon, Dora.”  And as they slowly climbed the steep staircase, he would add, “Softly now, little Dora, you know your Uncle is always writing very learned books, and we must not disturb him by any unnecessary noise, and indeed, Dora, I do not think your Aunt is any more fond of noise than he is.”

So Dora went up upon the tips of her toes as quietly as a mouse, and the Major’s ring could scarcely be heard, he pulled the bell so gently!  Generally Aunt Ninette opened the door herself, saying,

“Come in, come in, dear brother!  Very softly, if you please, for you know your brother-in-law is busy at work.”

So the three moved noiselessly along the corridor and crept into the sitting room.  Uncle Titus’ study was the very next room, so that the conversation was carried on almost in whispers, but it must be said Major Falk was less liable to forget the necessary caution against disturbing the learned writer than Aunt Ninette herself, for that lady being oppressed with many cares and troubles had always to break into frequent lamentation.

When June came, it was safe and pleasant to linger late under the shade of the lindens, but the pair in whom we are interested often turned their steps homeward earlier than they wished, in order not to arouse Aunt Ninette’s ever-ready reproaches.  But one warm evening when the sky was covered with rosy and golden sunset clouds, the Major and Dora lingered watching the lovely sight longer than was their wont.  They sat silent hand in hand on the bench by the side of the promenade, and Dora could not take her eyes from her father’s face as he sat with upturned look gazing into the sky.  At last she exclaimed: