Oh, I must tell you that Papa refused to have Joey sleep in his room
with a flatness that put a stop to my arguments before they were even
begun. 'Nay,' he cried, 'I will not.' And when I opened my mouth to
produce the arguments--' 'Nay,' he cried again, 'I will not.' He drowned
my speech. He would not listen. He would not reason. Parrot-like through
the house resounded his cry--'Nay, I will not.' I was in despair. But
everything has arranged itself. Joey is to have the _Assessor's_ room on
the ground floor of our neighbor's house, and will come up here for
lessons and meals. He is only to sleep down there, and will be all day
here. We telegraphed to Weimar to ask about it, and the ever kind owner
immediately agreed. Frau von Lindeberg is displeased, for she says no
Dammerlitz has ever yet been known to live in a house where there was a
lodger,--a common lodger she said first, but corrected herself, and
covered up the common with a cough.