she
put plenty of good sausage with it."

"Nothing better!" said Fritz, heartily. "What have you, Paul, for your
second breakfast?"

"I have bread and butter and two eggs."

"And I have bread and butter and ham, and if either of you boys want a
slice of it, just speak. It is fine, I tell you," said Fritz.

"Oh, say, boys," exclaimed Franz, "let us divide our breakfast, share
and share alike. If either of you would like some of my brown bread and
sausage, say so, and you shall have it."

"I love brown bread and sausage, too," remarked Paul, "and either of you
can have part of the eggs, only that I do not know how to divide two
into three parts."

"Easy enough," explained Franz, "you can give me one egg, and I will
give you the biggest piece of my sausage, then you can cut the other egg
in two for you and Fritz."

"All right, here is the egg."

"And here is the sausage, the largest piece for you. Fritz, here is
yours."

"That is fine; here, Franz, take part of my ham."

"Here is a slice of my white bread for a slice of your brown," continued
Paul.

"All right, reach for it. You will find that it goes as well with
sausage as does an egg with white bread; now let's eat."

Fritz had not waited for any invitation. He was hungry and as he ate the
sausage which he was holding in one hand, he passed the ham to Franz, in
exchange for it. As Paul reached for the slice of brown bread, his piece
of sausage fell to the ground and was snapped up by the waiting Pixy.

"Now I have no sausage, and it was your dog, Fritz, that robbed me of
it," complained Paul in a disappointed tone.

"Yes, and I would give you my share, but I have eaten it; eat the ham,
Paul, and take back this half egg."

This was agreed to as fair, then the subject of drink to go with the
food was discussed, and their little tin cups were taken from their
knapsacks.

"What have you in your bottle, Fritz?" asked Paul.

"Chocolate; what have you?"

"Milk; and Franz has coffee. Will we share as we did our food?"

"Yes, let's share," so time about the little cups were filled with the
different fluids, and they ate and drank and chatted. Nor was Pixy
forgotten. He made an abundant meal from the scraps, and lay down in the
shade and slept.

"Let us keep our cups in hand until we come to a running stream of
water. Milk, coffee and chocolate are all good, but it is water you want
when you are real thirsty."

The running stream was found after they