The knitting needles in busy young hands did not bring forth lengthy men's socks any more, but the sweetest little sweaters and caps and playsuits and panties, all in blue, of course, because “ we already had five girls .” Georg and the boys were working noisily on a beautiful cradle ; and when I read aloud the passage of a fairy-tale where it says : “ And after a year the young queen gave birth to a little son, and they lived happily ever after, ”Martina looked at her toy dwarfs and nodded gravely.