A few children had congregated on the steps of the Marienkirche at Dantzig, because the door stood open. The verger, old Peter Koch— on week days a locksmith— had told them that nothing was going to happen; had been indiscreet enough to bid them go away. So they stayed, for they were little girls.
A few children had congregated on the steps of the Marienkirche at Dantzig, because the door stood open. The verger, old Peter Koch— on week days a locksmith— had told them that nothing was going to happen; had been indiscreet enough to bid them go away. So they stayed, for they were little girls.