One daring lad ventured to laugh at Nellie, and ask her whether she had on her father’s or mother’s shoes, but when Nick heard of it he told the boy that he would “sit down” on any one that said anything wrong to Nellie.  Nothing of the kind was ever hinted to the girl again.  No one wished to be “sat down” on by the Pennsylvania Hollander who banged the breath so utterly from the body of the city youth who had aroused his wrath.

The common sense, sturdy frame, sound health, and mental strength of the parents were inherited in as marked a degree by the daughter Nellie as by Nick.  She showed a quickness of perception greater than that of her brother; but, as is generally the case, the boy was more profound and far-reaching in his thoughts.

After Nick had done his chores in the evening and Nellie was through helping her mother, Gustav, the father, was accustomed to light his long-handled pipe, and, as he slowly puffed it while sitting in his chair by the hearth, he looked across to his boy, who sat with his slate and pencil in hand, preparing for the morrow.  Carefully watching the studious lad for a few minutes, he generally asked a series of questions: 

“Nicholas, did you knowed your lessons to-day?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you know efery one dot you knowed?”

“Yes, sir,—­every one,” answered Nick respectfully, with a quiet smile over his father’s odd questions and sentences.  The old gentleman could never correct or improve his accent, while Nick, at the age of ten, spoke so accurately that his looks were all that showed he was the child of German parents.

“Did nopody gif you helps on der lessons?”

“Nobody at all.”

“Dot is right; did you help anypodies?”

“Yes, sir,—­three or four of the girls and some of the boys asked me to give them a lift—­”

“Gif dem vat?”

“A lift—­that is, I helped them.”

“Dot ish all right, but don’t let me hears dot nopody vos efer helping you; if I does—­”

And taking his pipe from his mouth, Mr. Ribsam shook his head in a way which threatened dreadful things.

Then the old gentleman would continue smoking a while longer, and more than likely, just as Nick was in the midst of some intricate problem, he would suddenly pronounce his name.  The boy would look up instantly, all attention.

“Hef you been into any fights mit nopodies to-day?”

“I have not, sir; I have not had any trouble like that for a long while.”

“Dot is right—­dot is right; but, Nick, if you does get into such bad tings as fightin’, don’t ax nopodies to help you; takes care mit yorself!”

The lad modestly answered that he did not remember when he had failed to take care of himself under such circumstances, and the father resumed his pipe and brown study.

The honest German may not have been right in every point of his creed, but in the main he was correct, his purpose being to implant in his children a sturdy self-reliance.  They could not hope to get along at all times without leaning upon others, but that boy who never forgets that God has given him a mind, a body, certain faculties and infinite powers, with the intention that he should cultivate and use them to the highest point, is the one who is sure to win in the great battle of life.