That was Schiller's The Robbers. This performance and stuffed turkey were Peer's first introduction into HerrGabriel's house. He then went to his little chamber， wherethrough the window， into which the sun shone warmly， he could see the garden.He sat down and looked out.Herr Gabriel was walking there， absorbed in reading a book. Hecame closer and looked in; his eyes seemed fixed upon Peer，who bowed respectfully.Herr Gabriel opened his mouth as wide as he would， stuck out his tongue， and letit wag from one side to the other right in the face of theastonished Peer，who could not understand why he wastreated in such a manner.Whereupon Herr Gabriel left，but then turned back to the window and again stuck histongue out of his mouth.
Why did he do that?He was not thinking of Peer，or that the panes of glass were transparent from the out-side;he saw only the reflection of himself in them，andhe wanted to look at his tongue，as he had a stomach-ache，but Peer did not know all this.
Early in the evening Herr Gabriel went into hisroom，and Peer sat in his.Much later in the evening heheard quarreling-female quarreling-in Madam Gabriel'sbedroom.
"I am going up to Gabriel and tell him what rascalsyou are!"
["We will also go to Gabriel and tell him whatMadam is!"] "I shall have a fit!"she cried.
"Who wants to see a woman in a fit!Four shillings!"
Then Madam's voice sank deeper，but was distinct-ly heard."What will the young man in there think of ourhouse when he hears all this vulgarity!"At that the quar-rel subsided，but then again rose louder and louder.
"Period!Finis，"cried Madam."Go and make thepunch;it's better to agree than to quarrel!"
And then it was still.The door opened，and thegirls left，and then Madam knocked on the door to Peer'sroom.
"Young man，now you have some idea of what it isto be a housewife.You should thank heaven that youdon't have to bother with girls.I want to have peace，soI give them punch.I would gladly give you a glass-onesleeps so well after it-but no one dares go through thehallway door after ten o'clock;my Gabriel will not permitit.But you shall have some punch，nevertheless.There isa big hole in the door，stopped up with putty;I will pushthe putty out and put a funnel through the hole;you holdyour waterglass under it，and I shall pour you some punch.Keep it a secret，even from my Gabriel.You must notworry him with household affairs."
And so Peer got his punch，and there was peace inMadam Gabriel's room， peace and quiet in the wholehouse.Peer went to bed，thought of his mother and grand-mother，said his evening prayer，and fell asleep.What onedreams the first night one sleeps in a strange house hasspecial significance，Grandmother had said.Peer dreamedthat he took the amber heart，which he still constantlywore，laid it in a flowerpot，and it grew into a great tree，up through the ceiling and the roof;it bore thousands ofhearts of silver and gold，so heavy that the flowerpotbroke，and it was no longer an amber heart-it had be-come mold，earth to earth-gone，gone forever!Then Peerawoke;he still had the amber heart，and it was warm，warm against his own warm heart.
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Early in the morning the first study hours began atHerr Gabriel's.They studied French.At lunch the onlyones present were the boarders，the children，and Madam.She drank her second cup of coffee here;her first she al-ways took in bed."It is so healthy when one is liable tospasms.She asked Peer what he had studied that day.
"French，"he answered.
"It is an expensive language!"She said."It is thelanguage of diplomats and one used by distinguished peo-ple.I did not study it in my childhood，but when one ismarried to a learned man one gains from his knowledge，asone gains from his mother's milk.Thus，I have all thenecessary words.I am quite sure I would know how to ex-press myself in whatever company I happened to be."