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"You may as well sit down," the lieutenant said. "You almost talk United States," Stan observed. "I should. I spent ten years in Pittsburgh," the lieutenant explained. "How did you come to get over here in Germany?" Stan asked. "During those years I was working for the greater Germany," the officer answered stiffly. "Heil Hitler."
They were met by a young man, dressed in the latest-style business-suit, who welcomed them courteously and asked how he could serve them. "Please tell Mr. Stayman that Frederick Heil of the Odenwald wishes to leave an order with his firm," said Mr. Heil. Mr. Stayman appeared immediately, and welcomed them all cordially.
Pixy bounded away the moment the hands were removed, sniffed about through the grass, and in a very short time returned with the handkerchief. As it was white, it was easily seen in the grass, so Mr. Heil showed Pixy the black leather letter-case that he always carried with him, and threw it near a clump of tall bushes.
The guards saluted as Domber got out. He puffed up like a pouter pigeon and shouted: "Heil Hitler!" They walked up the steps and entered the house. A man met them in the vestibule. He took Domber's hat and cane and stared at Stan. "See that Lieutenant Wilson is furnished a complete outfit of clothing. Show him to the east room." Domber spoke in English. "Yes, Herr Domber," the man said and bowed.
Paul will please set the table, and then go to the bakery and get a seed cake in honor of the returned prodigal." The boys set to work and the odor of the mocha coffee as it was being ground floated into the sitting-room. "You always have fine coffee, sister," remarked Mr. Heil. "Yes, it is good, and the reason is that it is genuine coffee, no chicory or other mixture.
In the meantime I post this letter in order not to incur the reproach of delay. Farewell, then, dearest, splendid friend. You are as good as refreshing summer rain. Farewell. Be thanked, and greet my friends. Always your most obliged ZURICH, September 8th, 1850 Lohengrin should sing the words "Heil dir, Elsa! nun lass vor Gott uns gehen!" with tender emotion.
When she, poor little gray dove, lies trembling in the royal falcon's talons a head rises up and peeps over the fence, for the royal star has been seen through a crack between the boards, its knowing, sly grin passing into the lusty shout: "Heil dem koenig, hoch, hoch!"
"Dear Uncle Braun," cried Fritz, "we are so glad to tell you that Pixy found a new uncle from England, and five hundred marks for the poor children's home. Now, wasn't it good that I brought him to Frankfort?" "It certainly was. And is this the new relation? Perhaps he is mine also," and he held out his hand to Mr. Urich, which was grasped cordially. As Mr. Heil and Mr.
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.
"I will take it to the music pavilion. Perhaps some one in the crowd is the owner." At that moment the band stationed in the pavilion began playing The Watch on the Rhine, and Mr. Heil and his party left their place under the trees and joined the listeners within. As soon as the music was finished, he called a waiter to him. "Will you please ask the proprietor to favor me by coming here?
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