This was agreed to as fair, then the subject of drink to go with the food was discussed, and their little tin cups were taken from their knapsacks.

“What have you in your bottle, Fritz?” asked Paul.

“Chocolate; what have you?”

“Milk; and Franz has coffee.  Will we share as we did our food?”

“Yes, let’s share,” so time about the little cups were filled with the different fluids, and they ate and drank and chatted.  Nor was Pixy forgotten.  He made an abundant meal from the scraps, and lay down in the shade and slept.

“Let us keep our cups in hand until we come to a running stream of water.  Milk, coffee and chocolate are all good, but it is water you want when you are real thirsty.”

The running stream was found after they had walked a half mile further and Fritz had to hold Pixy by the collar to keep him from running in and taking a bath before they had satisfied their thirst.  The water was delightfully cool and fresh, and the moment Fritz let go the cord Pixy plunged in, and enjoyed the bath so much that the boys were tempted to follow his example.  But they had heard that it was not good for the health to bathe so soon after a hearty meal, so sat in the shade while Pixy slept in the sun until his long, silky, black hair was nearly dry.  Then they arose and walked on until about the middle of the day they reached a village which had an old church with a tall tower, and a number of small dwellings, two of them being public houses, or inns.

“To which of the two will we go to take our dinners?” asked Franz.

“To the one that has the gilt lion on the sign-board.  I believe they are richer people and will give us a better dinner,” replied Paul.

“But it will cost us more,” objected Fritz, “and you know that we have just so much money, which must last until we get back to the Odenwald.  Let us go to the one that looks the cheapest.”

This was agreed to, and the three went in, and were received by the landlady.

“Do you wish your dinners?” she asked, seeing that none of them seemed inclined to give an order.

No one of them had ever been in a public house, so each waited for the other to speak.

“Yes, we wish dinner,” said Fritz at length.  “Have you lettuce?”

“Yes; what will you have with it?”

“Potatoes.”

“But they take so long to boil, so think of something else.”

“We will have meat.”

“I have no meat to-day.”

“Then we will take sausage.”

“I have no sausage to-day.”

“Then what have you?”

“Noodle soup, and a cherry pudding.”

“Good!” exclaimed the boys in a breath, “we all like pudding.”

“Very well, take seats at this table and I will bring in the dinner.”

The boys were not slow in obeying; there was no tablecloth but the pine table was scoured to almost perfect whiteness, and the dishes, few and poor though they were, glistened.