"Oh, no, it will hurt," objected Paul, with tears in his eyes, but his
tears changed to smiles when he saw the briar in the hand of Fritz.

This was a warning and they put on their stockings and shoes, and then
concluded to eat some more breakfast.

"What have you to eat?" asked Fritz, as Franz took his package from his
knapsack.

"I have brown bread; mother made it for me because I love it, and 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