Chapter 20 WHEN HEARTS ARE YOUNG

Come, Corinna, let me kiss thee!

Come, my dearest, to me here!

I would know why joy should miss thee,

I would have thine answer clear.

Smiling sweetly said she, "No,"

Then demurely yielded so.

-Francis Daniel Pastorius (of Germantown).

ow the years slipped by! Twenty years ago my Sonnlein had come to me a little toddler. Now he