eyes.

"Well, well," he said, "no harm is done. Now each one get into a bed,
with no heed to the pay. Mr. Furman has paid the whole bill for your
stay here in return for the sweet songs you sang for him."

The boys made great eyes over this piece of news, and lost no time in
getting themselves into the other beds.

"Wait, boys! You must first put the pieces of furniture back in their
places, then go to bed and sleep well. You yet have several hours. What
time do you wish to leave in the morning?"

"At six o'clock we must be on our way."

"All right," said the jolly landlord, and as he glanced at their rosy,
bright faces, each in his own bed, he laughed, shook his head and went
out, and soon the three boys and Pixy were sound asleep.

It is not known how long they would have slept had not the landlord paid
them another visit.

"You have slept past the breakfast hour. Do you intend sleeping until
dinner time?" he asked laughingly.

"No indeed! What time is it?" asked Fritz, opening his eyes sleepily.

"Nine o'clock and I thought you wished to start at six."

"Up, you sleepers!" cried the boy, as he sprang out of bed. The others
obeyed promptly and commenced dressing, and in a short time appeared
with clean hands, faces and teeth, at the good breakfast provided for
them, their hair neatly brushed, and their spirits refreshed from a
sound sleep in comfortable beds. On the back porch was a dish of good
food for Pixy, that he might be ready to go as soon as the boys finished
the meal.

When they were about to continue their journey, the landlord gave each
of them a large roll and one for Pixy, saying that it would stay hunger
until they reached an inn where they could take dinner.

Pixy was delighted to see them again on the move, and while the boys
were bidding the host and hostess good-bye ran out in the street; and
before his master caught up with him, he was in the midst of a fight
with street curs. Fritz ran to protect his pet, who was taking his own
part bravely, and Peter, the waiter at the inn, ran with a bucket of
cold water which he dashed upon the circling mass of yelpers, and the
fight was brought to a sudden finish.

Pixy came out of the combat sound, and ready for another fight, and
Fritz was unharmed; the only injury being to the seat of his trousers,
from which a piece had been torn by one of the street curs as a souvenir
of the first visit to Umstadt.

"Come here, child;" called the landlady