A regular German -- rather stout , with brown hair tumbled all over his head , a bushy beard , good nose , the kindest eyes I ever saw , and a splendid big voice that does one 's ears good , after our sharp or slipshod American gabble . His clothes were rusty , his hands were large , and he had n't a really handsome feature in his face , except his beautiful teeth , yet I liked him , for he had a fine head , his linen was very nice , and he looked like a gentleman , though two buttons were off his coat and there was a patch on one shoe . He looked sober in spite of his humming , till he went to the window to turn the hyacinth bulbs toward the sun , and stroke the cat , who received him like an old friend . Then he smiled , and when a tap came at the door , called out in a loud , brisk tone , `` Herein ! '' I was just going to run , when I caught sight of a morsel of a child carrying a big book , and stopped , to see what was going on . `` Me wants me Bhaer , '' said the mite , slamming down her book and running to meet him . `` Thou shalt haf thy Bhaer . Come , then , and take a goot hug from him , my Tina , '' said the Professor , catching her up with a laugh , and holding her so high over his head that she had to stoop her little face to kiss him . `` Now me mus tuddy my lessin , '' went on the funny little thing . So he put her up at the table , opened the great dictionary she had brought , and gave her a paper and pencil , and she scribbled away , turning a leaf now and then , and passing her little fat finger down the page , as if finding a word , so soberly that I nearly betrayed myself by a laugh , while Mr. Bhaer stood stroking her pretty hair with a fatherly look that made me think she must be his own , though she looked more French than German . Another knock and the appearance of two young ladies sent me back to my work , and there I virtuously remained through all the noise and gabbling that went on next door . One of the girls kept laughing affectedly , and saying , `` Now Professor , '' in a coquettish tone , and the other pronounced her German with an accent that must have made it hard for him to keep sober . Both seemed to try his patience sorely , for more than once I heard him say emphatically , `` No , no , it is not so , you haf not attend to what I say , '' and once there was a loud rap , as if he struck the table with his book , followed by the despairing exclamation , `` Prut ! It all goes bad this day . '' Poor man , I pitied him , and when the girls were gone , took just one more peep to see if he survived it . He seemed to have thrown himself back in his chair , tired out , and sat there with his eyes shut till the clock struck two , when he jumped up , put his books in his pocket , as if ready for another lesson , and taking little Tina who had fallen asleep on the sofa in his arms , he carried her quietly away . I fancy he has a hard life of it . Mrs. Kirke asked me if I would n't go down to the five o'clock dinner , and feeling a little bit homesick , I thought I would , just to see what sort of people are under the same roof with me . So I made myself respectable and tried to slip in behind Mrs. Kirke , but as she is short and I 'm tall , my efforts at concealment were rather a failure . She gave me a seat by her , and after my face cooled off , I plucked up courage and looked about me .
The long XXXXX was full , and every one intent on getting their dinner , the gentlemen especially , who seemed to be eating on time , for they bolted in every sense of the word , vanishing as soon as they were done .
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