ave just one little cup of tea and a bit of
bread-and-butter after the bread-and-milk. But on Sundays, and
birthdays, there's nothing for the _first_, and so we get better things,
more like big people, and tea, and whatever there is, as soon as we
begin. That's why we like 'nothing for breakfast,' do you see, auntie?"

"I see," said auntie, "but I certainly couldn't have guessed. I hope
there's _something_ for breakfast to-day for us, for I'm very hungry,
and look, there's grandfather coming out to meet us, which looks as if
he were hungry too. And what have you to say to it, old man?" she added,
as Herr Baby came up the steps, one foot at a time, of course, "aren't
you hungry after your walk?"

"Him's hungry for him's _dinner_, but not for him's _breakfast_; in
course not," said Baby, with great dignity.

CHAPTER VI.

AN OLD SHOP AND AN OGRE

"Innocent face with the sad sweet eyes,
Smiling on us through the centuries."

Baby and Fritz went out a walk that afternoon in the town with auntie
and Lisa. Celia and Denny had gone for a drive with mother and
grandfather, which the big people thought would make a good division.
Grandfather was very fond of children, but in a carriage, he used to
say, _two_ small people were enough of a good thing. So Celia and Denny
worried Lisa to get out their best hats and jackets--which were not
unpacked, as grandfather had not yet decided whether they should stay at
the hotel or get a house for themselves--and set off in great spirits on
the back seat of the carriage.

Fritz and Baby were in very good spirits too. Fritz wanted to walk along
the sort of front street of the town which faced the sea, for he was
never tired of looking at boats and ships. Baby liked them too, but what
he most wanted to see was the shops. Baby was very fond of shops. He was
fond of buying things, but before he bought anything he used to like to
be quite sure which was the best shop to get it at--I mean to say at
which shop he could get it best--and he often asked the price two or
three times before he fixed. And he had never before seen so many shops
or such pretty and curious ones as there were at Santino, so he was
quite delighted, though if you hadn't known him well you would hardly
have guessed it, for he trotted along as grave as a little judge, only
staring about him with all his eyes.

And indeed there were plenty of things to stare at. Fritz's tongue went
very fast. He wanted aun