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"See you," says she, "why, of course I do, as plain as the sun in the skies, and what's more," says she, "I see you are busy too, into the bargain." "Ah, you see too much," said he; "now, pray, with which eye do you see all this?" "With the right eye to be sure," said she, as proud as can be to find him out. "The ointment! The ointment!" cried the old pixy thief.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" said Fritz much relieved. Paul and Franz touched their hats and thanked him, taking Fritz as an example in all things. The car came, and the three, followed closely by Pixy, rushed to get aboard. "You can't bring that dog on the car. It is against orders," called the motorman. "What must I do?" asked Fritz despairingly.
"Now keep your mouths shut," was the next whisper. "I hear something outside." The boys obeyed, though they longed to cry out, "Come, whoever you are, and take us out of this miserable place." There was one of the party who resolved not to obey the command, and that was Pixy. He, too, heard the noise outside, and sprang against the door, barking shrilly.
She looked up. The gray green moss hung festooned from branch to branch; and the light sifted down a tempered rain of gold; and all the shiny evergreens shook gypsy castanets of joy to the riffling wind. She listened. The voices behind had faded away; and the air was vibrant of voiceless voices, of pixy tambourines beating the silence.
At six o'clock the next morning Franz and Paul had bidden their home people an affectionate farewell and were on their way to meet Fritz, when they saw him coming, knapsack upon his shoulder and leading his dog by a new green cord tied to the collar. "Oh, Fritz!" they exclaimed in a breath, "surely you are not going to take Pixy on the journey to Frankfort?" "Surely I am!
He changed his reason for demanding it, claiming that he should have payment for the injury to his dog. "Asking for money when your wild beast dragged our poor Pixy over the floor as if he were a bundle of old rags?" cried Mrs. Steiner in astonishment. "Your dog commenced it! He snarled at my dog."
But the boy's joy was no greater than that of the dog, for Pixy danced and pranced about his master, jumped upon him and tried to lick his face and hands. "It is of no use for me to ask to whom the dog belongs," remarked the policeman as he reached the group upon the porch. "The dog tells me that the boy has told the exact truth." "See, Mr.
What were they doing to his brother? He was absolutely in an enchanter's den. Was it a pixy at the door, guarding it? "Ambrose!" he cried aloud. Everybody started. Ambrose sprang to his feet, exclaiming, "Stephen!" The pixy gave a little scream and jumped up, flying to the old man, who quietly rolled up his scroll. Lucas rose up as Ambrose spoke. "Thy brother?" said he.
As Paul reached for the slice of brown bread, his piece of sausage fell to the ground and was snapped up by the waiting Pixy. "Now I have no sausage, and it was your dog, Fritz, that robbed me of it," complained Paul in a disappointed tone. "Yes, and I would give you my share, but I have eaten it; eat the ham, Paul, and take back this half egg."
The landlord led the way to a large, pleasant room with three single beds in it, and pointed to a piece of carpet for Pixy, for Fritz had asked permission for him to share their room. Then he wished them a good sleep, bade them good-night and went below. The room was different from any that they had ever seen, not at all like theirs in their own homes.
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