a welcome outlet for her activity in busying herself with the concerns of the young couple.
Marie's mother, on the other hand, was a very retiring woman. Her husband, a subordinate government official, had died so early that her pension was extremely scanty. She came of a good family, and had learned nothing in her girlhood except to play the piano. This accomplishment she had long ceased to practice, and in the course of time had become exceedingly religious.—
—"Look here, now, my dear fellow, aren't you thinking of getting married?" asked the Sheriff, in his genial way.
"Oh, yes," answered Sören, with some hesitation, "when I can afford it."
"Afford it!" the Sheriff repeated; "Why, you're by no means so badly off. I know you have something laid by—"
"A trifle," Sören put in
"Well, so be it; but it shows, at any rate, that you have an idea of economy, and that's as good as money in your pocket. You came out high in your examination; and with your family influence and other advantages at headquarters, you needn't wait long before applying for some minor appointment; and once in the way of promotion, you know, you go ahead in spite of yourself."
Sören bit his pen and looked interested.
"Let us assume," continued his principal, "that, thanks to your economy, you can set up house
