eyes dancing with merriment. The Professor didn’t know what to make of her, and stopped at last, to ask, with an air of mild surprise that was irresistible—
“Mees Marsch, for what do you laugh in your master’s face? Haf you no respect for me, that you go on so bad?”
“How can I be respectful, sir, when you forget to take your hat off?” said Jo.
Lifting his hand to his head, the absentminded Professor gravely felt and removed the little cocked-hat, looked at it a minute, and then threw back his head, and laughed like a merry bass-viol.
“Ah! I see him now; it is that imp Tina who makes me a fool with my cap. Well, it is nothing; but see you, if this lesson goes not well, you too shall wear him.”
But the lesson did not go at all for a few minutes, because Mr. Bhaer caught sight of a picture on the hat, and, unfolding it, said, with an air of great disgust—