heartily.
Although each bed was only intended for one grown person, the boys
thought they could manage it.

"Let Paul sleep in the middle because he is the slimmest," Fritz said.
"I will sleep back and Franz can sleep front."

This met with approval and then Franz made a suggestion.

"Wise travelers always put their money under their pillows," he said,
"then a burglar cannot get it without waking them. We will tie the three
pocketbooks together, and put them under Paul's head, then a robber
would have to reach over Fritz or me to get it."

This was considered an excellent scheme, and the three dropped into bed
and in five minutes were asleep.

Pixy considered the situation for a minute, then sprang upon the foot of
the bed, curled around and was soon in the land of dreams.

All went well until Fritz had a troubled dream. He had fallen out of
bed, had rolled under it, and thought he was in a trunk with the lid
partly shut down and he could not get out, so set up a wailing cry.

"What is the matter in there?" called the landlord from outside the
door.

"Oh, I don't know where I am!" cried Fritz.

"Well, open the door and I will soon see. Oh, it is locked. Well, never
mind. I will come through the portiere way."

He soon appeared with a light, and Fritz crept from under the bed and
sat blinking beside it.

The three boys were astonished to see the landlord in their room without
having to ask them to remove the barricade. They did not know that the
portiere hung before an open door leading into the hall as did the one
they had taken so much trouble to make secure.

"Now, boys," he said, laughing heartily, "have you lost your senses, or
had you none to lose? Now tell me, Fritz, why were you under the bed?"

"I don't know how I got there, but I dreamed that I was in a trunk and
the lid was almost down, and I could not raise it."

"Oh, you silly boy! of course you fell out of that narrow bed. What
possessed you to all crowd in there when there are three beds in the
room?"

"We did not wish to pay for all three."

"Then why did you not tell me that you wished only one bed, and I would
have put you in a room where there is a larger one? Now, why did you
barricade the door?"

"We were afraid of robbers," explained Paul after a long pause.

This amused the innkeeper mightily and he laughed till he shook.

"Locked and barred one door and left the other standing wide open!" he
said with tears of mirth in his