Joseph in the Snow, and The Clockmaker
Lenz led a quiet yet busy life, and when he succeeded in producing a good tone in his instruments, he would say:--
"Just listen, Annele, how pure that note is; it is just like a bell;" and she answered:--
"What care I? it's no affair of mine. I fear, I sadly fear, that you make a mistake about your work; you spend too much time over it; it can never pay you. To succeed, a man must be quick, and sharp, and not fritter away his time."
"Annele, I must understand that best."
"If you do, then, don't talk to me on the subject. I can only speak as I understand the thing to be. If you want to have a milliner's doll to listen to you, go to the doctor's, and borrow one of his daughters; they have pretty red lips, and never speak a word."
The days passed quietly, and Spring, that now burst forth with such gladness on the earth, seemed to bring