Olendorf is not far from Hamburg. The broad and sparkling Elbe washes it on the western side, and with the rugged mountains and the weird grand, old forests upon the north and east, seem to shut the little town quite in from the outer world; yet Olendorf had been an important place and on account of its grand old fortress, Castle Wernier, was a bone of contention throughout the French and German wars; and between the French, who were resolute to hold the fortress, and the barons of Wernier, who were equally resolute to regain it, the castle suffered severely; and when, long years after, peace was declared, the last baron of Wernier died, and the castle came into the possession of Adele Stanley, his great granddaughter, it was merely a grand old ruin. Adele's father rebuilt the tower and a couple of wings, and furnished all the habitable rooms, intending to have his little Adele and Herbert spend their childhood there. But while Adele was yet almost a baby, her kind father died. Then she lost her mother, and was for a long time a wanderer among strangers in a foreign land; and the old castle had been uninhabited, except by Gretchen, the gardener's wife, and the owls in its dark turrets. Now, however, the long windows were thrown open to the fresh breezes and sunshine; merry laughter rang up from the garden; children's voices echoed among the ruins, and children's feet danced through the long corridors, keeping time to the music of the happy voices. Adele and Herbert Stanley were at the castle with their young guests from New York--Eric and Nettie Hyde. They had spent the summer months there; "the happiest months in their lives," they all declared. Now, alas! the merry season was drawing to a close. Adele was to go to her grandfather's home in England, Herbert to school at Eton, Nettie with her mother to New York, and Eric was to travel in Holland and the German states with his uncle, Dr. Ward, and his cousin, Johnny Van Rasseulger. Such a busy day as it was to be! But just now all care was forgotten, even to the regret at parting, in watching the absurd freaks of little Froll, the monkey. Her real name was Frolic; but who ever heard children call a pet by its real name? Mrs. Hyde called to Nettie, requesting her to do an errand. At the sound of her voice Nettie ran towards her, exclaiming,-- "O, mamma! Adele has given us such a splendid present, to take home with us!" "What is it, my dear?" "I love it so dearly! It's--it's--"--here Nettie's voice trembled a little, and her heart knew its own misgivings--"it's--Froll, mamma, the little darling!" "And who _is_ Froll, the little darling!" "That dear little monkey," answered Nettie, pointing to Froll, now close at hand. "O," exclaimed Mrs. Hyde, retreating hastily, "I dislike monkeys, and I cannot have one travelling with me." "But, mamma--" said Nettie, piteously. "You need not think of it, my dear; it is quite impossible," was the decided reply, to Nettie's disappointment.