102 THE HALL OF SHELLS. 
“ How many golden scudi 
Went to make such ringlets. 
“T knew nothing whatever concerning her, 
but was attracted by her beauty, as old tales 
tell us men have been charmed by the beauty 
of a siren. 
“In my wanderings about the city I often 
sauntered into a shop where curiosities were 
sold. I was interested in the relics displayed, 
which were of an exceptionally fine order, 
but more, I think, I liked while looking 
at his wares to listen to the talk of the 
garrulous old man, who delighted in leaning 
over his counter and telling the stranger 
of people and places in his beloved father- 
land. 
“His face radiated good humor, and kind- 
ness was written in its every line. One day 
while studying some fine pictures of Holland 
scenery, Herr Witzman, for that was the old 
vender’s name, interrupted me with exclama- 
tions of delight at the beautiful horses he saw 
dashing down the street. Upon looking out I 
saw they were attached to a tiny voztwre, and 
were driven by the count of my aversion, while 
at his side sat the lilylike lady with the golden 
curls. 
“T had but time to perceive this when, 
