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"Yes, and oh, Aunt Fanny, I wish we had not been so harsh with Fritz in regard to Pixy," said Paul. "Now you are trying to make me more unhappy than I am when I am enough distressed that the boy has run away without bidding us good-bye." "No, but we are to blame. We were as glad as was Fritz that Pixy was with us on the way to Frankfort; then when he became a trouble we blamed Fritz.

The moment the carriage stopped Pixy sprang out and waited with bright eyes and wagging tail for his master to descend. The landlord met them at the open door, and greeted them as if old acquaintances. "Why, neighbor, you have brought me a fine flock of birds!" he said, cordially. "Yes, they are choice singing birds and will roost with you to-night and to-morrow will fly away to Frankfort."

"Surely I heard a child's voice," he said out loud "or was it some pixy playing with the grey beast of the wood?" "Here I am," I cried, running to him; "take me home, shepherd, for I think that I am lost." He caught me up in haste, looking round him the while. "Child," he said, "how came you here and to what were you calling?" "I was calling your dog," I answered, "but he is not friendly.

They put on their straw hats for the march, and Pixy, who evidently thought that they were going home, sprang up in delight, and was so full of frolic that Fritz could scarcely fasten the cord to his collar. "Now, are you going out without one of you thinking of something you have left undone?" asked Mrs. Steiner gently.

"But it was not Pixy's fault. You said so yourself, Auntie!" "Yes, I did say it. It was your fault in calling 'Pixy! Pixy!" The moment the dog heard his name he sprang up, put his paws on her lap, and looked into her face with such an affectionate expression in his brown eyes, that she could not help patting his head and saying, "With it all, one cannot help loving you."

The head, back-tilted, and sunk between the shoulders, looked abnormally large, while the features of the face appeared peculiarly child- like especially the eyes wakeful and wide apart, and very bright, yet very mild and very artless; and the drawn and cramped outline of the legs and feet, and of the arms and hands, even to the shrunken, slender-looking fingers, all combined to convey most strikingly to the pained senses the fragile frame and pixy figure of some pitiably afflicted child, unconscious altogether of the pathos of its own deformity.

Paul agreed and the plate was empty, and nothing was left to prove to the landlord that they had more than enough. "Oh, boys, we have again forgotten to feed Pixy!" said Fritz. "You see my little sister feeds him at home and that is the reason that I forget him." This was a misfortune and there was no help for it but to tell the innkeeper.

Steiner put the place in order, and they set out for the Forest-house, Mr. Heil leading the way with his sister, the boys following, and Pixy enjoying the freedom of running along without the restriction of his cord, but always keeping near his master.

There were more pixy babies than usual this spring, and the mothers were in a hurry for the cradles. The tulips are the pixy babies' cradles, it seems. The mother pixies come out of the woods at twilight and rock their tiny little brown babies to sleep in the tulip cups. That is the reason why tulip blooms last so much longer than other blossoms.

The triplets halted to view the situation, but Pixy sprang across, then looked back as if to say, "It is nothing. Just give a spring and you are on this side," and they ran back, gave a long jump and were over. A short distance beyond was the forest-keeper's cottage, a comfortable place for weary travelers on a wet night.