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"No, my boy," smiled the old gentleman, "I have not the honor of her acquaintance. Perhaps you can tell me the number of her house and the street?" "Yes, it is number 37 Bornheimer street." "Good! I can direct you exactly how to go. You take the electric car which will pass here in a few minutes, and it will take you to the corner of the street not more than a few steps from number 37."

"Can you go out alone, do you think, or do you wish me to go with you?" asked Mrs. Steiner when breakfast was finished. "I am sure we could go alone," replied Fritz. "If we get lost we will ask the way to 37 Bornheimer street."

"No, I am not at all sorry I brought him, only I wish I had asked leave of papa and mamma." The mention of his aunt reminded the three that they had yet to find her house, and they were in consultation as to what way to go when a workman in a blue blouse came in sight and they asked the way to 37 Bornheimer street. "Whom are you going to see there?" he asked. "My Aunt Fanny Steiner.

To this the others agreed, but when they left the bakery they went in the wrong direction, and had gone many squares before they realized their mistake. "Yes, you are going exactly in the opposite direction from 37 Bornheimer street," said a policeman whom they accosted. "Face about and enquire of policemen and postmen whom you meet, and in time you will get there."

"But I wish to do my share toward buying the cake for Aunt Steiner," said Fritz, and he took out ten cents of the money given him by Uncle Braun, the other boys each added ten, and quite a large piece of the rich cake was ordered, wrapped in white paper, paid for and then they were ready to go to 37 Bornheimer street, for Uncle Braun had decided that they had enough sight-seeing for one day.

Of course it is from another swindler," and Fritz read: "To No. 37 Bornheimer street: "I have found your dog, and will bring it to you if you will tell me through the paper how much the reward is. "Will bring us Pixy, and Pixy sitting by looking at us! Well, well, I would never have believed it! But just see, it wants ten minutes of our dinner hour.

It was a speedy and pleasant trip with a pair of spirited horses and a good driver and the boys could scarcely believe that they had reached 37 Bornheimer street. They bade Mr. Urich good-bye and thanked him for the pleasure he had given, and Mr. Heil accompanied his sister up the steps to her door.

Steiner says about it," and the tall policeman set out for 37 Bornheimer street, followed by the weeping Fritz, and a motley crowd of onlookers. "He has been stealing tinware," commented one of them. "While he was about it he might as well have taken silver or something worth while." "Poor boy, he has not been trained right by his parents," remarked a woman standing in the door of her bakery.

He called a carriage, and before they could make objection they were helped in, with Pixy at their feet. "Bornheimer street, number 37," said Uncle Braun to the coachman as he put a coin in his hand, and they were off. "Oh, how nice it is to live in a great city!" remarked Franz.

Fanny Steiner, number 37 Bornheimer street." "Yes, now I believe that you are telling me the exact truth that you had money and have lost it." "No, I did not lose it; it was stolen from me by a man who warned me against thieves." "Then I should certainly call a policeman that you may have a chance of getting your money by giving a description of the pick-pocket." "Oh no, please don't call him.