When the boys had finished writing their postals, they bade Mrs. Steiner
good morning and set out to see what they could of Frankfort without a
helper, and their first aim was to find a letter box. They had nearly
reached one when Franz noticed that he had not written the address upon
his postal. He saw no remedy but to go back and mount the long flight of
steps to correct his mistake. But a gentleman who was also about to post
a letter comforted him by the assurance that his parents would receive
it if the address were written with a pencil, and loaned him one, to the
great satisfaction of the whole party.

"And now, my boy," added the gentleman when they heard the postal rattle
into the box, "remember to always direct a letter, postal or package
clearly, and correctly and then look again at the address before
dropping it into the box."

The triplets promised to remember, and the gentleman bade them
good-bye, and hurried down the street.

"Now, where will we go first?" inquired Fritz.

"I think the zoological garden would be the best place," suggested Paul,
but Fritz had set his heart upon seeing soldiers, for in their home
neighborhood they saw a soldier only now and then when home upon a
furlough; but a regiment, or a company even, they had never seen. So
they walked along the street some distance hoping to see a drill, having
read of drills and maneuvers in their story books.

"Look! There comes an officer," exclaimed Franz, as a corporal came
walking along in a stately, dignified manner, and the delighted boys
took off their hats and bowed low to him.