"Say, boys," exclaimed Franz after they had walked some distance, "we
will not raise our hats to every soldier that happens along. That is why
the street boys made fun of us. It would be all right if we only knew a
General should he come along for then it would certainly be good form to
raise our hats to him. But we don't know, so we won't raise our hats to
any man in uniform," advised Franz. All agreeing to this decision, they
passed on to the business part of the city, Pixy trotting near them, his
young master holding fast to his rope.

"Just see that splendid clothing-house made of glass and iron, and
filled from basement to roof with beautiful suits of clothing of all
kinds," said Fritz delightedly. "A man could go in there in a
morning-gown, and come out in a quarter of an hour dressed like a
gentleman from head to foot. Father told me of a splendid clothing-house
here in Frankfort, and this must be the one. Let us go in and see it."

"But we cannot take Pixy in," said thoughtful Paul. "Surely they would
not allow dogs in that beautiful place."

"No," replied Fritz, "you boys may go in first, and I will stay here
with Pixy. After you have been through the building you can stay with
him while I go."

Franz and Paul hurried in, and Fritz stood by the great glass front, and
examined with the eyes of an experienced clothing merchant the elegant
cloth garments hanging within.

"They are wonderfully cheap," he said to himself as he considered the
cards upon them. "We could not afford to sell them at that price. But
then who knows whether they are well made? If I were going to buy them,