Recognition - the benefactress and I had met at Allerheiligen.
Two weeks had not altered her good face, and plainly
her heart was in the right place yet, but there was such
a difference between these clothes and the clothes I
had seen her in before, when she was walking thirty miles
a day in the Black Forest, that it was quite natural
that I had failed to recognize her sooner. I had on MY
other suit, too, but my German would betray me to a person
who had heard it once, anyway. She brought her brother
and sister, and they made our way smooth for that evening.
Well - months afterward, I was driving through the streets
of Munich in a cab with a German lady, one day, when she
said:
"There, that is Prince Ludwig and his wife, walking along there."
Everybody was bowing to them - cabmen, little children,
and everybody else - and they were returning all the bows
and overlooking nobody, when a young lady met them and made
a deep courtesy.
"That is probably one of the ladies of the court,"
said my German friend.
I said:
"She is an honor to it, then. I know her. I don't know
her name, but I know HER.
