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I can have an eye over you there, and it will be less of an anxiety than to leave you to yourselves in this cabin." They all passed out, the triplets with Pixy keeping close to the forester and his lantern. They walked what seemed to the boys a long distance through the forest.
"Now what does he mean by saying I will not have to stand and hold his cord again?" "We are now on our way home," continued Paul, "and papa will be glad to see me and Pixy." "For heaven's sake! Has the boy run off?" "Yes, he must mean that," replied Paul. "Oh, he is only joking. Run to your room, Franz, and see if he has taken his knapsack." "Yes, and his rain-coat is gone.
And if you think he could take that ride without wishing to the "nth" degree that she could be with him to share the joy, then, I assure you, you don't know to what music those gay, twinkling, trembling gold leaves above the Brulé were beating time all night to the whisper of the wind and rustle of the pixy parachutes sailing mid-air.
"Now tell me," he said, "which of the three is Mr. Pixy?" "No one of them; it was our dog that found your pocketbook and his name is Pixy." "Your dog! Now how shall I reward him? Will you please tell me your name?" "Yes, my name is Frederick Heil, and in reply to your first question, I will say that my dog does not need anything, although I thank you for your kind wish to reward him." "Pray, Mr.
This was done and the stranger thanked him in turn for the good turn Pixy had done him, and Fritz returned to his place beside Aunt Steiner prouder than ever of his dog. "I have great interest in the Odenwald for the reason that my ancestors belonged to that green mountain region," remarked the Englishman, "but it has not been in my time that any of them have lived there.
They felt somewhat weary from their walk of the day before, yet enjoyed the fresh air, the song of the birds, the fragrant smell of woods and meadows; and Pixy frolicked along sometimes before and sometimes behind them, but never losing sight of his master. They had walked more than a mile when Fritz halted suddenly and grasped the arm of Paul.
"I have no objection to the dog staying," replied Mr. Steerer kindly, "providing he does not bark and annoy my tenant on the second floor." "Now, Pixy, thank the gentleman for his kindness," said Aunt Fanny, and immediately the intelligent animal sat upon his hind feet and waved his right fore foot back and forth.
"Are you coming in or not?" asked the rough voice of the butcher-boy at the door, so they hurried in, and closed the door. The boys lay near each other for company, and Pixy crept close to Fritz, who rejoiced that he was with them. After a time the butcher-boy raised his head and whispered, "Boys, are you asleep?" "No," replied Fritz, with a thrill of alarm which almost deprived him of speech.
If he is jealous of a friend, he would have a still sharper eye upon an enemy if one should happen along. Now, Pixy, good, brave dog, eat this piece of candy, and let us be friends." He took the candy from his vest pocket and offered it, but Pixy scorned the gift, and gave an angry growl. "Oh well, doggie, I will not trouble you any longer," and he put the candy back in his pocket.
But they had heard that it was not good for the health to bathe so soon after a hearty meal, so sat in the shade while Pixy slept in the sun until his long, silky, black hair was nearly dry. Then they arose and walked on until about the middle of the day they reached a village which had an old church with a tall tower, and a number of small dwellings, two of them being public houses, or inns.
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