On the 23 rd of June 1843, the eldest son of David Dasel and the youngest daughter of John Degel were seated on a bench in the pleasure-grounds at PUmpelhagen. They had gone out to enjoy the beauty of the moonlight evening together. Sophia Degel said to her companion: What made you look so foolish, Kit, when you came back from taking the horses over to meet the squire? It was no wonder if I looked a little foolish. He took me into the sitting-room at the Inn and showed me his wife, and, says he, this is your new mistress Then she gave me a glass of wine, and made me drink it at once. Whats she like? asked the girl. Why, said Christian, its rather difficult to describe her. Shes about your height; her hair is bright and fair like yours, and her colouring is red and white like yours. She has grey eyes like you, and she has just such another sweet little mouth. Here he gave Sophia a hearty kiss on her pretty red lips. Lawk a daisy! Christian! cried the girl, freeing herself from his embrace. I suppose then that you gave UimineStromtid. Jj.
