"Then that matter is settled. Now about the dog."

"He does not need a bed, dear Aunt Fanny," replied the boy, reddening
with anxiety. "He can sleep on the floor anywhere, and he does not eat
much; just the scraps from the table will suit him."

"I am not thinking of his bed or of his food, my dear; but you have come
to Frankfort on a sight-seeing tour, and dogs will not be allowed at
any place that you will want to go."

"Then we can leave him here."

"But to that there is also an objection. When I rented this suite of
rooms, I assured the owner who lives on the first floor that I had no
dog. In the apartments below me lives an old lady who is afraid of dogs
and is frightened at noise. Now if Pixy should howl or bark while you
are out, what would I do?"

Fritz loved his dog and it distressed him that there seemed to be no
place in the world where he was tolerated except his father's house;
therefore there seemed no other course than to return home and take Pixy
with him.

"Oh, dear aunt!" he said tearfully, "let us stay this one night, and
to-morrow I will go back home."

"My dear boy," said his aunt with tears of sympathy in her eyes, "do you
think for a moment that I would allow you to go home, when this is the
very first time you have paid me a visit? No; come with me and bring
Pixy with you. We will go down to the first floor to see Mr. Steerer,