<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>
<h3>GERMANY.</h3>
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<span class="caption">"What are you about, little boy?"</span>
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<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was a great murmur and buzz of
learning lessons; rows upon rows of little boys
were sitting before desks, studying; very few
heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking
round the room—a large clean room, with maps
hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling,
because there were no windows open and so
little fresh air.</p>
<p>"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.</p>
<p>"I am learning my verb," he said; "<i>moneo</i>,
<i>mones</i>, <i>monet</i>."</p>
<p>Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to
another desk. "And what are you doing?"<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I am writing my analysis."</p>
<p>Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so
she went a little further. "What are you doing
here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat
bigger boys.</p>
<p>"We are drawing up an essay on the
individuality of self."</p>
<p>That was enough to frighten any one away,
and Lucy betook herself to some quite little
boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are
you busy, too?" she said.</p>
<p>"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of
the Fatherland."</p>
<p>Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who
could not get either the dog, or the bird, or the
bee, to play with him.</p>
<p>"When do you play?" she asked.</p>
<p>"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and
another at supper-time, but then we prepare our
work for the morrow," said one of the boys,
looking up well satisfied.</p>
<p>"Work! work! Are you always at work?"<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118"></SPAN></span>
exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn from nine to
half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my
lessons in the afternoon."</p>
<p>"You are a maiden," said the little boy with
civil superiority; "your brothers learn more
hours."</p>
<p>"More; yes, but not so many as you do.
They play from twelve till half-past two, and
have two half-holidays in the week."</p>
<p>"So, you are not industrious. We are. That
is the reason why we can all act together, and
think together, so much better than any others;
and we all stand as one irresistible power, the
United Germany."</p>
<p>Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very
wise.</p>
<p>"May I see your sisters?" she said.</p>
<p>The little sisters, Gretchens and Kätchens
were learning away almost as hard as the
Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters
had what Lucy thought a better time of it. One
of them was helping in the kitchen, and another<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119"></SPAN></span>
in the ironing; but then they had their books
and their music, and in the evening all the
families came out into the pleasure gardens, and
had little tables with coffee before them, and
the mammas knitted, and the papas smoked,
and the young ladies listened to the band. On
the whole, Lucy thought she should not mind
living in Germany, if they would not do so
many lessons.</p>
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