d to get
aboard.

"You can't bring that dog on the car. It is against orders," called the
motorman.

"What must I do?" asked Fritz despairingly.

"You must settle that matter between yourself and the dog. Perhaps he
will follow the car if he sees you in it."

"Can I stand on the platform where he can see me?"

"No, it is against orders; but you can sit at the window at the end of
the car, where he can see you."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" and the three quickly boarded the car. Fritz
took the place designated, and they were off, while Pixy, who believed
that his master was deserting him, ran barking and howling in their
track.

At every stoppage of the car, Pixy sprang up to the window, but Fritz
knew better than to speak one comforting word, although his heart ached
for his forlorn traveling companion who must walk--or rather run, and
run fast to keep up with the rapidly moving car. At length Pixy learned
the lesson of experience. As there was no chance for him at the back end
of the car, he would try the front, so at the next stopping-place, he
flew along the length of the car, sprang on the front platform and
curled about the feet of the motorman.

"See here, boy, you must get out, and take your dog. It is against
orders for a dog to be on the platform."

"We will go out, too," said Franz and Paul, jumping up to follow their
leader.

"Give us back our money," said Fritz, holding out his hand, when they
reached the street.

"No; it is against orders;" and the car sped away.

Pixy was delighted that the three boys were now on the same footing as
himself, and proved it by springing up, putting his feet on his
master's shoulders and licking his face; and the boy petted him to his
heart's content. But Paul and Franz were not flattered in an equal
measure with Fritz at Pixy's pleasure in their company as
fellow-travelers, and expressed their opinion with clouded faces.

"Now this is the second time that we have paid out money and got but
little good out of it because of the dog," grumbled Franz. "He got into
a fight and your pants got torn, and we would, I think, have remembered
the money if we had not been bothered about having to wait to get them
mended. Then we had to come back and pay thirty cents to Peter and
thirty to Letta; and afterward had to ride in a freight-car because of
your dog."

"If you don't want Pixy with us, I will go back home to-morrow and take
him," said Fritz with tears in his ey