Come to me if anything goes wrong , and be as happy as you can . There 's the tea bell , I must run and change my cap . '' And off she bustled , leaving me to settle myself in my new nest . As I went downstairs soon after , I saw something I liked . The flights are very long in this tall house , and as I stood waiting at the head of the third one for a little servant girl to lumber up , I saw a gentleman come along behind her , take the heavy hod of coal out of her hand , carry it all the way up , put it down at a door near by , and walk away , saying , with a kind nod and a foreign accent , `` It goes better so . The little back is too young to haf such heaviness . '' Was n't it good of him ? I like such things , for as Father says , trifles show character . When I mentioned it to Mrs. K. , that evening , she laughed , and said , `` That must have been Professor Bhaer , he 's always doing things of that sort . '' Mrs. K. told me he was from Berlin , very learned and good , but poor as a church mouse , and gives lessons to support himself and two little orphan nephews whom he is educating here , according to the wishes of his sister , who married an American . Not a very romantic story , but it interested me , and I was glad to hear that Mrs. K. lends him her parlor for some of his scholars . There is a glass door between it and the nursery , and I mean to peep at him , and then I 'll tell you how he looks . He 's almost forty , so it 's no harm , Marmee . After tea and a go-to-bed romp with the little girls , I attacked the big workbasket , and had a quiet evening chatting with my new friend . I shall keep a journal-letter , and send it once a week , so goodnight , and more tomorrow . 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 could n't resist the temptation , and lifting one end of the curtain before the glass door , I peeped in .
Professor XXXXX was there , and while he arranged his books , I took a good look at him .
Berlin Bhaer K. Land Mabel Sancho evening journal-letter trifles week