PART 2
33. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
 (continued)
Tuesday Eve 
 
Had a lively time in my seminary this morning, for the
 children acted like Sancho, and at one time I really thought I
 should shake them all round.  Some good angel inspired me to
 try gymnastics, and I kept it up till they were glad to sit down
 and keep still.  After luncheon, the girl took them out for a
 walk, and I went to my needlework like little Mabel `with a
 willing mind'.  I was thanking my stars that I'd learned to
 make nice buttonholes, when the parlor door opened and shut, 
 and someone began to hum, Kennst Du Das Land, like a big bumblebee. 
 It was dreadfully improper, I know, but I couldn't
 resist the temptation, and lifting one end of the curtain
 before the glass door, I peeped in.  Professor Bhaer was there, 
 and while he arranged his books, I took a good look at him.  A
 regular German--rather stout, with brown hair tumbled all over
 his head, a bushy beard, good nose, the kindest eyes I ever
 saw, and a splendid big voice that does one's ears good, after
 our sharp or slipshod American gabble.  His clothes were rusty, 
 his hands were large, and he hadn't a really handsome feature
 in his face, except his beautiful teeth, yet I liked him, for
 he had a fine head, his linen was very nice, and he looked
 like a gentleman, though two buttons were off his coat and
 there was a patch on one shoe.  He looked sober in spite of
 his humming, till he went to the window to turn the hyacinth
 bulbs toward the sun, and stroke the cat, who received him
 like an old friend.  Then he smiled, and when a tap came at
 the door, called out in a loud, brisk tone, "Herein!" 
I was just going to run, when I caught sight of a morsel of
 a child carrying a big book, and stopped, to see what was going
 on. 
"Me wants me Bhaer," said the mite, slamming down her book
 and running to meet him. 
"Thou shalt haf thy Bhaer.  Come, then, and take a goot
 hug from him, my Tina," said the Professor, catching her up
 with a laugh, and holding her so high over his head that she
 had to stoop her little face to kiss him. 
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