of us, might lose our return ticket, and Aunt Fanny
would insist giving us money for tickets which we would not wish her to
do. No, we will take single fares."

They bought them, and were about to step into a car when they were
stopped by the conductor.

"Where is your ticket for the dog?" he asked.

"Must I have a ticket for him?" asked the boy, in surprise.

"I should say so! You must be a kindergarten youngster to ask such a
question. Moreover, if anybody in the car objects to having him in
there, you will have to take him in a freight car even if you have a
ticket for him."

"I object," said a woman, sitting in the car next the window. "Who wants
to get dog hairs on them when traveling for pleasure?"

"What shall we do?" asked Fritz, ready to cry.

"Get a ticket and get it quickly for the train will soon start, and put
the dog in the freight car."

"But I must go with him. He would be frightened to be there without me."

"Certainly. You can go as freight if you wish. I have nothing to say
against it."

Fritz hurried away, secured the ticket and returned, sad with the
thought of being separated from his companions, but smiles came again to
his face when they told him that they would go to the freight car with
him.

They hurried in, and the train moved off while they were looking about
them, hoping to see among the freight some boxes that would serve for
seats.

They were nearly thrown off their feet, while Pixy, not at all unsettled
by the motion of the cars, saw something so interesting in a slatted box
filled with chickens that he sniffed and capered about in doggish
delight. But the chickens were not at all pleased with his appearance,
and fluttered, cackled and shrieked, awakening the old woman who was
taking them to market.

"Whose black fiend of a dog is that, running loose about a freight car?"
she exclaimed angrily.

"It is mine, good lady," said Fritz soothingly. "I did not wish him to
frighten your chickens."

"How do I know that you did not set him on them while I was asleep? If
he has hurt them, you will pay well for them."

"See, here is the cord that I hold him with," said the boy, taking it
from his knapsack. "I will tie it to his collar, and he will not go near
your chickens again."

But all that he could say was but oil to the fire, and Fritz found that
the wiser plan for him was to keep silent; while Pixy, understanding
that the storm of words had something to do with him, cre