The boys glanced at each other but were silent, and the man saw that he
had struck too high.

"Well, then, suppose we say thirty pennies. That will be ten each," and
to this they agreed and the caravan set out, Fritz leading Pixy by his
cord.

The way led through several streets but at length they reached a retired
street, and the leader halted before a neat dwelling with a flight of
long winding steps leading up to a narrow porch and it was agreed among
them that he should go up while the boys waited below. In response to
his knock, the door was opened by a small, elderly lady, who was
informed that three boys and a dog waited below.

"I am not expecting anyone," she said, stepping out upon the porch and
looking down.

"Here we are, Aunt Fanny!" called Fritz. "It is our holiday and we have
come to visit you."

"Come right up, dear," exclaimed his aunt joyously; "but leave the dog
below. Dogs are not allowed in these apartments."

"But, aunt, it is Pixy, that you take out walking every morning in
summer, and always give him a lump of sugar when you visit us in the
country."

"Oh," cried the perplexed aunt, "I did not recognize him, but come up,
boys. I am heartily glad to see you."