CHAPTER XI.
THE MAN IN THE MOON.
The children came willingly. With one of them on each side of me, I approached the corner occupied by 'Mein Herr.' "You don't object to children, I hope?" I began.
"Crabbed age and youth cannot live together!" the old man cheerfully replied, with a most genial smile. "Now take a good look at me, my children! You would guess me to be an old man, wouldn't you?"
At first sight, though his face had reminded me so mysteriously of "the Professor," he had seemed to be decidedly a younger man:
