CHAPTER II.
THE BEAR STORY.
It seemed a long month to Max and Thekla, but at last it was over. The 31st of January came. Grandfather was tucked up early in bed, the fire was poked, the tin can brought out, and all made ready. The children sat in expectation. At last there came a rap at the door.
"Walk in," cried Max; and February entered. He was a short, thick-set fellow, with red eyes, a red nose, and a gruff, surly voice. Very unhappy he looked just now; and when Max pulled up a chair for him, he sat down on the edge, and began,—
"Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking,"—
"Hallo!" cried Max, interrupting him. "That'll
