uggested Fritz.

"Certainly I will, unless he will return with me and pass the evening."

It was a speedy and pleasant trip with a pair of spirited horses and a
good driver and the boys could scarcely believe that they had reached 37
Bornheimer street. They bade Mr. Urich good-bye and thanked him for the
pleasure he had given, and Mr. Heil accompanied his sister up the steps
to her door. There they found a boy from the telegraph office who was
just about to depart with his message, having had no response to his
ringing of the bell.

"Whom is it for?" asked Fritz.

"For Mrs. Steiner."

"Oh, Brother Fritz," she said, "it is from your wife. I telegraphed to
her this afternoon that Fritz had gone home, and asked her to send a
message to me upon his arrival."

"Open it and see what she says," requested Mr. Heil, and she complied
quickly and read: "Last train in. No Fritz. I am terribly anxious."

"Of course she is, but don't worry, sister," said Mr. Heil, noticing
the tears in her eyes. "I will stop off at the telegraph office and send
word to her that Fritz is here and will be home on Tuesday."

This was a great satisfaction to Mrs. Steiner. They all bade him
good-night and entered her little home, going almost immediately to
their rooms, weary with the excitements and pleasures of their day.

They slept soundly all night and until late the next morning, but ate
breakfast in time to dress carefully for church, for Mrs. Steiner would
not permit any one under her roof to remain at home if able to go. They
came home to a good luncheon which Mrs. Steiner had prepared before the
boys were up, and then attended a service in the great Cathedral that
afternoon. They had passed a profitable day, and in the evening sat on
the porch and chatted a little while before going to bed.

"Papa told me at the Forest-House last evening what we are to do
to-morrow," remarked Fritz. "We are to leave here on the train at eleven
o'clock and go to Umstadt. There we are to take dinner at the Swan
hotel, and walk in the afternoon as far as that little village where we
took dinner the day we came and stay there all night, and the next day
we will walk on home. The Trojans will see that we are walking and will
not know but we walked all the way unless we tell them."

"But why need you care if they do know that you rode part of the way
both in coming to Frankfort, and going home?" asked his aunt.

"Because we told them that we were going to