The Room of Frau Shef's Room

I climbed the lower slopes of the mountains, while the experts in their boots did the thing earnestly up on the sheer crags above the clouds. The maids were bored with the jerk, but they obliged with smiles every time and serve them up along with the interminable veal. One morning when everything was glittering madly, after a nervous stormy night, I came down early to look for coffee. I saw a canopy bed built high, splendidly covered with a scarlet quilt. In some ways this bed reminded me of the glowing bed by which von Ack ennoble the portrait of Jan Arnaudfini and his wife. All the rest of the