“And now,” continued Aunt Judy, stopping herself, “while Franz is jolting along to the capital town of the country, you shall tell me whose advice you think he followed when he got to the end of the journey, and began life for himself—­his father’s or his mother’s?”

There was a universal cry, mixed with laughter, of “His mother’s!”

“Quite right,” responded Aunt Judy.  “His mother’s, of course.  It was far the most agreeable, no doubt.  Keeping out of the way is a rather difficult thing for young folks to manage.”

A glance at No. 8 caused that young gentleman’s face to grin all over, and Aunt Judy proceeded:-

“After his arrival at the great hotel of the town, he found there was to be a public dinner there that evening, which anybody might go to, who chose to pay for it; and this he thought would be a capital opportunity for him to begin life:  so, accordingly, he went up-stairs to dress himself out in his very best clothes for the occasion.

“And then it was that, as he sat in front of the glass, looking at his own face, while he was brushing his hair and whiskers, and brightening them up with bear’s-grease, he began to think of his father and mother, and what they had said, and what he had best do.

“’An excellent, well-meaning couple, of course, but as old-fashioned as the clocks they used to mend,’ was his first thought.  ’As to papa, indeed, the poor old gentleman thinks the world has stood still since he was a young man, thirty years ago.  His stiff notions were all very well then, perhaps, but in these advanced times they are perfectly quizzical.  Keep out of the way, indeed!  Why, any ignoramus can do that, I should think!  Well, well, he means well, all the same, so one must not be severe.  As to mamma now—­poor thing—­though she is behindhand herself in many ways, yet she does know a good thing when she sees it, and that’s a great point.  She can appreciate the probable results of my very superior education and appearance.  To be sure, she’s a little silly over that nose affair;- -but women will always be silly about something.’

“Nevertheless, at this point in his meditations, Master Franz might have been seen inclining his head down on one side, just as his mother had recommended, and then giving a look at the mirror, to see whether the vile turn-up did really disappear in that attitude.  I suspect, however, that he did not feel quite satisfied about it, for he got rather cross, and finished his dressing in a great hurry, but not before he had settled that there could be only one opinion as to whose advice he should be guided by—­dear mamma’s.

“‘Should it fail,’ concluded he to himself, as he gave the last smile at the looking-glass, ’there will be poor papa’s old-world notion to fall back upon, after all.’