"Dear, dear, dear, only think of an emperor like him to write in that way to a poor man like thee, Anderl," said Anna. "Not to me in particular," said Hofer; "to all my weapon-brothers as well." "At any rate, he could not speak more fair, nor more handsome--dear Franzel! Do let me look close at his letter with my very own eyes. Why, now, the dear Emperor spells Tyrol with two l's, as you do, Anderl, sometimes; but he writes a deal better," nudging him with her elbow. "As an emperor is likely to do," said Hofer, his good white teeth gleaming right merrily through his black beard. "Why, now, I copied that letter myself, and it's my own handwriting: so a precious one you are to have a cut at me!" "You? Why, you told me it was the Emperor's!" "Aye, his words, but not his penmanship. Why, think you there was a man of us all that would not get a copy of it, if he could?" "Oh well, I thought his hand wondrous like thine, man. Don't you believe you took me in! Why, didn't I find out the two l's?" "Aye, but you thought them the emperor's!" "Never mind! the sense is the thing. This letter deserves to be framed and glazed; aye, framed in gold: and since we can't afford that, I'll paste it against the wall." "Well, that's not a bad notion. Is dinner ready?" "Yes, father," said Theresa, slipping from his knee, and hastening to spread the table. "You've dined with a many strange people, I suppose, since you went away." "That have I, girl,--with General Chastelar and Baron Hormayr; but great folks eat so fast and talk so fast, there's no taking one's comfort. They snatch away your plate before 'tis empty, bob a dish under your nose, and whisk it off if you look at it twice before you help yourself." "A good way of having a dinner for next day," said Anna, laughing. "Aye, aye; and when I and the men of Passeyr got to Botzen, where Baron Hormayr and all his staff came out to receive us with honour, he uncovering his head and letting his hair blow about in the wind,--I warrant you, General Marschall refused to sit down to table with a humble man like me; just as if a guest wasn't good enough for him that was good enough for Hormayr!" "Well! to think of that!" cried Anna indignantly. "I hope the Baron told him a piece of his mind." "No, no; he had too much temper and sense," said Hofer. "He just made a little grimace to me behind his back, and I took no umbrage; only it showed the nature of the man." "What a good thing Baron Hormayr is not of his sort," said Theresa. "Oh, the general has his merits, after all," said Hofer, stroking his beard. "He is a good fighting man, but his pride is so great, that not even his own soldiers like him. See, dear women, how evil a thing pride is." "And what is being done now, Anderl?"