As we sat at a late breakfast in the hotel at Allerheiligen, next morning, these young people and took places near us without observing us; but presently they saw us and at once bowed and smiled; not ceremoniously, but with the gratified look of people who have found acquaintances where they were expecting strangers.  Then they spoke of the weather and the roads.  We also spoke of the weather and the roads.  Next, they said they had had an enjoyable walk, notwithstanding the weather.  We said that that had been our case, too.  Then they said they had walked thirty English miles the day before, and asked how many we had walked.  I could not lie, so I told Harris to do it.  Harris told them we had made thirty English miles, too.  That was true; we had “made” them, though we had had a little assistance here and there.

After breakfast they found us trying to blast some information out of the dumb hotel clerk about routes, and observing that we were not succeeding pretty well, they went and got their maps and things, and pointed out and explained our course so clearly that even a New York detective could have followed it.  And when we started they spoke out a hearty good-by and wished us a pleasant journey.  Perhaps they were more generous with us than they might have been with native wayfarers because we were a forlorn lot and in a strange land; I don’t know; I only know it was lovely to be treated so.

Very well, I took an American young lady to one of the fine balls in Baden-Baden, one night, and at the entrance-door upstairs we were halted by an official—­something about Miss Jones’s dress was not according to rule; I don’t remember what it was, now; something was wanting—­her back hair, or a shawl, or a fan, or a shovel, or something.  The official was ever so polite, and every so sorry, but the rule was strict, and he could not let us in.  It was very embarrassing, for many eyes were on us.  But now a richly dressed girl stepped out of the ballroom, inquired into the trouble, and said she could fix it in a moment.  She took Miss Jones to the robing-room, and soon brought her back in regulation trim, and then we entered the ballroom with this benefactress unchallenged.

Being safe, now, I began to puzzle through my sincere but ungrammatical thanks, when there was a sudden mutual recognition —­the benefactress and I had met at Allerheiligen.  Two weeks had not altered her good face, and plainly her heart was in the right place yet, but there was such a difference between these clothes and the clothes I had seen her in before, when she was walking thirty miles a day in the Black Forest, that it was quite natural that I had failed to recognize her sooner.  I had on my other suit, too, but my German would betray me to a person who had heard it once, anyway.  She brought her brother and sister, and they made our way smooth for that evening.

Well—­months afterward, I was driving through the streets of Munich in a cab with a German lady, one day, when she said: