“He did well.  He earned five hundred marks.”

“Five hundred marks!  Did he perform tricks in a circus?  Of course, we know that he is a cute dog.  Of course you have plenty of nickels now, and if you had sent on your order for dinner, you could have had spring chicken, peas, early apples, and other good things.”

“Pixy did not perform in a circus, but he found a pocketbook belonging to an English gentleman.  It had valuable papers in it, and English money, beside five hundred marks of German money.”

“And that you kept.”

“No, no!  Please don’t think so meanly of us.”

“That is what I understood by what you said.”

“No; let me tell you how it was.  The gentleman who owned the pocketbook gave it to my father for the poor children’s home in our neighborhood.”

“Well, now I call that generous; and I am glad to know that we have such people in the world.  If you are ready for dinner, come right to the table and take seats.”

The boys were glad that they did not have to wait, and followed the broad-shouldered man to the dining-room.  The landlady was already at the table, as were Letta and Peter, and all welcomed the young travelers cordially.

The soup was finished and the boys looked toward the kitchen door, wondering what substantials would be forthcoming.  They had not long to wait, for the cook appeared with a veritable Chimborazo of an apple-dumpling mountain, piled tier upon tier; and there had to be a scattering of dishes to make place for the platter.  The three Grecian heroes gave glances of approval and satisfaction.  They had a special fondness for apple-dumplings, and approved of the size of each, calculating that there would be enough for all, no matter how insatiable the appetites.  They took their forks in hand as a warrior would his spear, and the landlady had the gratification of seeing that city delicacies had not depreciated her humble country food in the opinion of the three.

After they had paid the cook the compliment of eating to the limit of possibility, and had laid down their forks preparatory to leaving the table the landlord gave them a bit of excellent advice.

“Boys,” he said, “did you ever hear this rule for keeping in good health?”

’After breakfast work and toil;
 After dinner rest awhile;
 After supper walk a mile.’

“I would advise that you do not set out upon your journey so soon after eating, but rest at least half an hour, and for that purpose we will go to the reception-room, where there are comfortable chairs.”

As soon as they were seated, and the landlady had taken her knitting, she asked if they had learned anything new in Frankfort.

“Yes,” said Fritz, eagerly; “we learned to make coffee, and to cook potatoes and other things.  My aunt let us help her.”

“That was good; people ought to learn everything that comes in their way.  Now tell us what you saw in Frankfort.”