"I will pay you when I see my aunt. She is Mrs. Fanny Steiner, number 37
Bornheimer street."

"Yes, now I believe that you are telling me the exact truth that you had
money and have lost it."

"No, I did not lose it; it was stolen from me by a man who warned me
against thieves."

"Then I should certainly call a policeman that you may have a chance of
getting your money by giving a description of the pick-pocket."

"Oh no, please don't call him. I am afraid of a policeman, and don't
want to see one."

"But why? That is foolish of you. They are our protectors. Only bad
boys need fear them; honest people are glad to call upon them in
trouble."

"There comes Franz and Paul out of the clothing store," and he ran to
the door and called them, and they came across the street and into the
bakery.

"What are you crying about?" asked Franz. "Have the street boys been
fighting you while we were in the store?"

"No, I wish it had been the rude, ill-mannered rabble instead of the
polite, kind-appearing gentleman who was a thief and stole my money. I
am so ashamed that I was deceived by his pleasant words. Besides, I have
bought a roll and cannot pay for it."