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"I never was gladder in my life," affirmed Franz. "Now we feel safe, and are dry and warm and in good beds where we can sleep well." "And whom have we to thank for it but the young gentleman from Odenwald my Pixy," reminded Fritz. "If he had not barked, the forest-keeper would not have known we were there. Oh, we are so comfortable here, aren't we, Pixy? And we have you to thank for it."
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.
The others obeyed promptly and commenced dressing, and in a short time appeared with clean hands, faces and teeth, at the good breakfast provided for them, their hair neatly brushed, and their spirits refreshed from a sound sleep in comfortable beds. On the back porch was a dish of good food for Pixy, that he might be ready to go as soon as the boys finished the meal.
The boys were hungry and ate heartily, though realizing that they were beggars and were being entertained by beggars. "Your dog must have his supper," said the butcher-boy when they had finished and, putting scraps of bread, meat and other things into the pan in which the sausage had been fried, he stirred it about and poured it upon a piece of paper, and Pixy devoured it greedily.
At length Mrs. Steiner could hold out no longer. She dropped the line and sank into a seat on the lawn, and Pixy, released from his burden, sprang up the steps of the Council House where he was met by a watchman. "What are you doing in here, you black Satan?" cried the surprised man as Pixy ran in. "Out with you! Out with you!"
"All the young people of his acquaintance call him Uncle Braun, and I think he will be pleased to have my boys call him that, will you not, cousin?" she enquired, turning to the old man. "I certainly will, and now let us set out, for we have much to see." "Can I take Pixy, Uncle Braun?" asked Fritz.
He left the shed and the boys followed him to his dwelling, and to a room adjoining the living-room. "There are two straw-beds on this bedstead," he said. "One can be taken off and put on the floor, and one of you can sleep upon it, while the other two can have the one on the bedstead." "I will take the one on the floor. Then Pixy can sleep with me," said Fritz.
Franz, you and Paul can take the dishes and other things to the kitchen and Fritz can put water on the gas stove to heat." "Oh, Aunt Fanny, let us wash the dishes," said Paul. "Certainly you may," and in great glee the two boys did the work nicely, while Fritz fed Pixy and gave him fresh water. "Now I feel rested," said Mrs.
Brother Fritz will never think of it, and the boy will be stowed in a freight car without his father finding him, and we here, not knowing whether or not he is in Frankfort." "Mr. Heil will think of it, I am sure," said Franz, "for Fritz wrote a letter home on Thursday, and in it he told them about Pixy and the chickens." "We can only hope so," sighed Mrs.
The boys could scarcely restrain their laughter to hear that Pixy had been honored with the title of "Mr." and they clustered about him, toyed with his ears and his curly mane, until the dog wondered what he had done that they should laugh at him. The Englishman quickly made his way to the group and said with warmth, as he clasped the hand of Mr.
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