BERLIN, December 17.
Dear Emma--I must trouble you once more--for the last time. Herr
Palaschke refuses to let the coat go without the ticket, as he has
had several disagreeable experiences which have made it necessary to
be very strict. But where _is_ the ticket? I spent the whole morning
looking for it, and, of course, Lina has not the slightest idea where
it is. She flew into a rage when I found a little fault with her, and
she leaves the house to-morrow. I prefer paying her till the end of
her engagement, and shall also give her a moderate Christmas gift, for
I can not stand such an impertinent person about me.
Well--be so kind as to write me a line telling me where to find the
ticket. I have already taken a severe cold for want of the fur coat.
Hoping that you are well and quite comfortable with your family.