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Oh, how good it was to them all to see him there! and how good the supper which Aunt Steiner prepared, and how good the restful home to the weary ones, and how welcome the comfortable beds to which they retired as soon as supper was finished! The next morning Mrs. Steiner arose earlier than usual to put in order the boys' clothes which had been damaged in the fight for Pixy.
I guess Moyese doesn't understand our point of view, can't take in why we keep at it." The wind came through the trees a phantom harper. The little waves lapped and whispered. The pine needles clicked pixy castanets; and the moon beams sifted through the trees a silver dust. "Why do you? Why do you keep on the job?" asked the old man. "Hanged if I know," answered Wayland uncomfortably.
They had enjoyed a charming afternoon and the refreshments that Aunt Steiner had selected had been so abundant and good that new life seemed to thrill them as they moved along. "Look, Fritz," cried Paul excitedly, "there is Pixy." "Where?" cried the boy, reddening with surprise and joy.
"Where will we go to-morrow?" asked Paul with the kind intent of taking Fritz's thoughts from his trouble. "In search of Pixy." "No," responded Mrs. Steiner, "that will be of no use. You might walk the streets from morning until late at night every day, and it would be of no advantage to you or the dog.
This was just what the rough street urchins wanted, and they gathered about the three; pushed against Odysseus-Fritz, Achilles-Franz and Patroclus-Paul, and as no policeman was near, they would have mastered the three peaceable, well-bred boys, but at that moment Pixy, who had been watching the game, sprang in the midst of the melee, grasped the sleeve of one of the boys, snarling savagely, as if he were a terribly dangerous dog, indeed.
I had passed by that tall shrubbery hours before the pocketbook was found, and I had entirely forgotten that I had been there when my pocketbook was missing. Had it not been for the sharp scent of little Pixy, I am quite sure I would have been compelled to return to England without it." "Yes, Pixy did help us all," said Mrs. Steiner, "and I have done the poor little dog much injustice.
There was not the least excuse for it. Surely he could have waited until Monday, when all three would go, your time of holiday being over. It is all the fault of that miserable Pixy." After some delay they returned home and found Mr. Heil waiting for them. "I am sorry you took the trouble to go to the other depot, sister," he said kindly.
If he had been there, I would have seen him, and Pixy would have found me." "What are we to do about it?" "Do nothing. It will be an experience for him to be allowed to follow his own inclination in the matter. He will be surprised when he reaches home to know that I am here. I am on my way to Cassel on business and stopped off to see you and my boy."
"Go quietly out the door, turn to the left and there is a spring of good water, which you can scoop up in your hands. Hurry in and shut the door, or some one of the forest-keepers will ferret us out." The boys arose quickly and went out, followed by Pixy. It had stopped raining, but the woods looked very dark and gloomy. "Let us run away and leave our knapsacks," said Fritz.
Of course it is from another swindler," and Fritz read: "To No. 37 Bornheimer street: "I have found your dog, and will bring it to you if you will tell me through the paper how much the reward is. "Will bring us Pixy, and Pixy sitting by looking at us! Well, well, I would never have believed it! But just see, it wants ten minutes of our dinner hour.
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