Translated by Eva Freeman Hart and E. Van Gerpen.
ed back plainly; the dress was simple and serviceable, and one could see that her hands knew how to work.
This robust person lacked gracefulness, certainly, but possessed something decidedly masculine in carriage and appearance.
The heir and future lord of Burgsdorf, who was scolded in this way, sat opposite his mother, listening, as in duty bound, while he helped himself bountifully to ham and eggs. He was a handsome, ruddy-faced boy of about seventeen years, with features which might portray great good nature, but no surplus of intellect. His sunburned face was full of glowing health, but otherwise bore little resemblance to his mother's. It lacked her energetic expression. The blue eyes and light hair must have been an inheritance from the father. With his powerful but awkward limbs he looked like a young giant, and offered the completest contrast to his Uncle Wallmoden, who sat at his side, and who now said with a tinge of sarcasm:
"You really ought not to make Willibald responsible f