"What are you doing in here, you black Satan?" cried the surprised man as Pixy ran in. "Out with you! Out with you!"
But Pixy had seen the open door into the balcony, had spied his master, and ran to greet him with every evidence of delight.
"Whom does that black beast belong to?" asked the watchman, hurrying out.
"To me," replied Fritz, "but—"
"How dare you bring him in here? Come out, both of you."
Uncle Braun advised Fritz to pacify the angry man by telling how it happened that Pixy got in, but the watchman would not listen, so Fritz hurried out to his much-tried relative, followed by the others.
"Oh, Aunt Fanny, dear Aunt Fanny, I am so sorry that Pixy acted so badly," he exclaimed.
"No, no; don't blame Pixy for your own fault. You should not have called him. The affectionate creature was rejoiced to hear your voice. You called him and he was glad to obey."
"Yes, it was my fault. I should have known what Pixy would do."
"Oh, no one is to blame. It was merely a mistake," said Uncle Braun, joining in the conversation; "but you are all tired, especially the aunt, and you must ride home."