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"Yes," replied Fritz, throwing his arm around Pixy's neck, "you were both glad when you saw that I was bringing him upon the journey, and now when he brings us into trouble we must not blame him for what he cannot help." "No, it would not be right to blame him for loving us, and wanting to be with us," agreed Franz. "Aunt Fanny will rejoice to see him, I know," continued Fritz.
This was done and the plate placed on the floor by the window, and the heart of Fritz was filled with pleasure to see Pixy's appreciation of the good supper. The potatoes and liverwurst, both beautifully browned, were placed upon the table, and all sat down. "Did I set the table nicely, Aunt Fanny?" asked Fritz. "Yes, very well indeed, except that you forgot the napkins.
Shall we finish reading the letter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Steiner with tears in her eyes. "Dear Aunt Fanny, I thank you for your goodness, and for the mark you gave me; and want to say that I will never again bring a dog to visit Frankfort." "Oh, that boy has made my heart heavy! I feel as if I will never see him again and it is all Pixy's fault. Is that all?"
"While the police have no clue to the thief," she slid, "as no one saw the theft committed, yet they will take every means to trap him. And now, Fritz, don't grieve any more. You shall not feel the need of money if I can help it, for when you want it you shall have it. Now we will take the meat and other things to the table, but first I must fix Pixy's plate."
"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."
They were rough-looking boys, and the triplets were rather sorry that Pixy's growl had caused them to rise and look about them. "So you are three school boys out on your slide!" exclaimed the blacksmith, eyeing them curiously. "Slide!" echoed Paul. "How can we slide when it is summer and no ice?" "Oh, you greenhorns," laughed the boy. "You do not know that 'slide' means a holiday."
Steiner asked Fritz if he had not forgotten something. "No, Aunt Steiner, I cannot think of anything that I have forgotten," he said. "Go back to the kitchen, dear, and you will see Pixy's dish with bits of bread in it, softened and made richer by having some of the sausage gravy upon it. He smelled it, as did you while it was cooking, and we must not disappoint him.
Steiner on the porch watching for them. She was sad to see that Pixy was not with them, but cheered Fritz by saying that Uncle Braun generally succeeded in what he undertook, and all ate dinner with hope in their hearts. But when they arose from the table and Fritz saw Pixy's plate on the back porch, he threw his arms about his aunt, and wept.
You know why they sail broadside, don't you? If they dropped plumb like a stone, the ground would be seeded below the heavily shaded branches inches deep in self-choking, sunless seeds; but when the broadside of the sail to the pixy's airship tacks to the veering wind, the seed is carried out and away and far beyond the area of the shaded branches; to be caught up by other counter currents of wind and hurled, perhaps, down the mountain side, destined to forest the naked side of a cliff a thousand years hence.
"Well, before you expire, we may teach you a little on these smoother paths; and hire one perhaps, by the time the stones are passable. Just at present, I think our own legs and Pixy's are safer for that descent." Vera was pacified enough to look on with a certain degree of complacency, while Thekla was enraptured at being set to take out the eggs from the hens' nests.
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