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156 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
that no one should be tempted to force their company upon
us by the sight of our sledge.
We arrived at the stand of sledges upon the Odeon
Platz in time to witness two sets of people just mounting
into the only two sledges remaining upon the stand.
“ Plow provoking!” cried Isabel, with considerable
vexation : “ how very disagreeable !”
“ Never mind, Isabel/’ returned I, with a natural per-
versity, feeling sweet-tempered and patient just because my
companion was a little ruffled in her temper—“ we can
take a droschke !”
“ A droschke indeed ! A droschke ! who cares for a
droschke ! No, iUs a sledge we want. We must—we
w ill go in a sledge !”
“ But where is the sledge ?”
“ Here it is ! here it is I” cried Isabel; and up dashed
our grand white and scarlet sledge, with the blue and white
plumes and the burly driver.
In a moment I have darted across the Platz, in fear lest
any one else should snap up the wondrously beautiful
equipage. But behold, the burly driver is seen rolling
over in the snow ! Away dash the horses, and bolt up
into Tambosr’s coffee-house—or at least seem to do so !
Up jumps the burly driver again, his broad back white
with snow; and away after the sledge rush droschke-drivers
and gentlemen. There is a shouting—a bustle; gentlemen
rush to the windows of Tambosi’s , the horses are caught;
a crowd collects.
Isabel watches all from the other side of the square;
and she sees me walk into the crowd, look at the sledge,
say a few words to the burly man, who has by this time
shaken the snow off him, and mended his grand white
reins, which have been broken in the adventure, and
then mount into the sledge.
that no one should be tempted to force their company upon
us by the sight of our sledge.
We arrived at the stand of sledges upon the Odeon
Platz in time to witness two sets of people just mounting
into the only two sledges remaining upon the stand.
“ Plow provoking!” cried Isabel, with considerable
vexation : “ how very disagreeable !”
“ Never mind, Isabel/’ returned I, with a natural per-
versity, feeling sweet-tempered and patient just because my
companion was a little ruffled in her temper—“ we can
take a droschke !”
“ A droschke indeed ! A droschke ! who cares for a
droschke ! No, iUs a sledge we want. We must—we
w ill go in a sledge !”
“ But where is the sledge ?”
“ Here it is ! here it is I” cried Isabel; and up dashed
our grand white and scarlet sledge, with the blue and white
plumes and the burly driver.
In a moment I have darted across the Platz, in fear lest
any one else should snap up the wondrously beautiful
equipage. But behold, the burly driver is seen rolling
over in the snow ! Away dash the horses, and bolt up
into Tambosr’s coffee-house—or at least seem to do so !
Up jumps the burly driver again, his broad back white
with snow; and away after the sledge rush droschke-drivers
and gentlemen. There is a shouting—a bustle; gentlemen
rush to the windows of Tambosi’s , the horses are caught;
a crowd collects.
Isabel watches all from the other side of the square;
and she sees me walk into the crowd, look at the sledge,
say a few words to the burly man, who has by this time
shaken the snow off him, and mended his grand white
reins, which have been broken in the adventure, and
then mount into the sledge.