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 wedding was in point of fact in progress within the towering walls of the Marienkirche--a cathedral built of red brick in the great days of the Hanseatic League.…
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