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