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 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 had n'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 . `` Now me mus tuddy my lessin , '' went on the funny little thing .
So he put her up at the table , opened the great dictionary she had brought , and gave her a paper and pencil , and she scribbled away , turning a leaf now and then , and passing her little fat finger down the page , as if finding a word , so soberly that I nearly betrayed myself by a laugh , while Mr. Bhaer stood stroking her pretty hair with a fatherly look that made me think she must be his own , though she looked more French than XXXXX .
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