The superintendent was most gracious about it. She
said they could return little Fritz if he didn't come up to the mark
in every particular. What more could a German fancier desire than a
child whose name alone stood for all that one could possibly seek in
Teutonic research? Fritz Bumbleburg:--that was the infant's name and
his father's name before him. Surely Mr. Bingle wouldn't demand
anything more German than that. Moreover, Fritz's mother was German-
American and she had been the wife of Fritz's father for a matter of
five years or more. Still, in spite of all this, Fritz (re-christened
Harold while he was still too young to raise a voice in protest) was
unmistakably Irish, or at least part Irish. It is also worthy of note
that Mrs. Bumbleburg ran away with an Irish policeman some weeks after
the infant Fritz's advent into the world, which would go to show that
the mother, at any rate, had Celtic inclinations if nothing more.
Kathleen took it very hard at first. She was inconsolable until the
desperate Bingle began to dilate upon the wonders of Florida.
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