by steady walking have made the journey before dark. As it is, you
cannot reach there until night which would be rather hard for you in a
strange city, and you would have to wake your aunt out of sleep to let
you in."

"But we have an hour yet until dinner time. We can walk a long distance
in an hour."

"All right, then. Good-bye, and a pleasant journey."

"Good-bye, and a pleasant journey," echoed Peter, who, having cleaned
the dust from the shoes of the three, carried their wash-water up to
their room, and thrown water on the fighting dogs, was in evidence on
the porch waiting for tips.

"Will we give him anything?" whispered Paul.

"No," replied Fritz. "I would think if Mr. Furman paid for all, he would
not forget to give Peter something for waiting upon us. Come on."

Had they opened their hearts to give the waiting Peter a few pennies, it
would have saved them much anxiety, but they walked away without casting
one backward glance.

They felt somewhat weary from their walk of the day before, yet enjoyed
the fresh air, the song of the birds, the fragrant smell of woods and
meadows; and Pixy frolicked along sometimes before and sometimes behind
them, but never losing sight of his master.

They had walked more than a mile when Fritz halted suddenly and grasped