One summer morning.

One summer morning, Lady Jephson a regular visitor to the German spa towns forward the Rhine, stepped onto her balcony and split into song. She sang with anger and pride, a spontaneous reaction to the uninjureds she had heard all day in extent songs shouted by German children who ran by the and of the streets waving flags and indulging in a general patriotic heat They sang songs English tourists at the romantic Rhine prospect had adored for a lengthy time, songs which spoke of German be in love with for their country, a be pleased with thought to be deeply lower parted in the image of the simple and