"Beware of pick-pockets."

"It is good advice. I must see if I have my money," and he touched his
pocket; his example followed by Fritz.

"Yes, mine is all right yet. How is it with yours, my dear young friend?
I hope your money is in a safe place, that is, if you have any with
you?"

"Yes, I have two dollars and some small money; but better than all, I
have a gold piece that I keep in the safest place in my pocketbook. I am
not intending to spend it for I have enough without it, but my father
said that one ought to have more money with him than he thinks he will
need."

"Your father is evidently a kind and sensible man."

"Yes, he certainly is. He told me to keep my nickels in my vest pocket
that I need not take out my pocketbook when with strangers."

"That is true in most cases, my boy, but from long experience in living
in a city I would advise that you put it all in one place. If all your
money is in your pocketbook you can guard it much better than if your
attention was divided by having to guard two places."

Fritz took the advice and his nickels to the value of two marks were
taken from his vest pocket and put in his purse, and the purse returned
to the pocket of his pants.