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20 Chit-Chat by Puck.
and then a suppressed laugh was heard, and the host,
in his turn, grew red in the face with mortification
and rage. Somewhat to save appearances on this
festive occasion the host himself interrupted, and
wanted to deliver his reply at once; but Puck then
turned his spear towards him, and he could deliver
no more than interjections, random words, and break
into nervous coughing. There the two speakers
stood opposite each other, gesticulating, without
being able to utter two words coherently. At last
it was impossible to suppress the titters any longer,
and all the guests burst into a laughing chorus,
and kept on laughing heartily, long after the host
and his extoller had rushed off in different
directions. But Puck himself laughed the most of
all, as he and his companion left the broken-up
banqueters to settle their own affairs.
Far up in a garret they next saw a light flicker-
ing, so faint that it was scarcely discernible from
without, but still the room was quite light. A poor
old woman lay ill on a bed, which was but scantily
furnished, and at the side of which a youth sat
holding the old woman’s hands in his own.
“T shall never forget what you have done for me,
mother dear,” said the youth, whilst tears trickled
down his cheek, and fell upon the counterpane,
whose faded flowers immediately gained a fresh
colour as they got watered by the tears of filial
affection.
“What you say is a comfort to me, my dear
boy, in death,” the mother whispered.
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