"Dear Aunt Fanny: Pixy was not to blame for the dog fight; and the time he ran into the Council House he was not to blame, because I called 'Pixy! Pixy!' I should have kept my mouth shut."
"The dear Fritz! He is right, but I am sorry he takes it so much to heart."
"You know, Aunt Fanny, that Pixy is but a dog, and has not a man's understanding."
"Yes, Fritz, I remember that much of my studies in natural history," laughed his aunt.
"I have not as much understanding as a man, either, or I would not have brought Pixy to Frankfort."
"The boy is certainly right there."
"I am sorry that you stood and held him while we were in the buildings and you had to run and jump when I called 'Pixy!' If he had not come he would have been disobedient or stupid; and my father will tell you that he is neither disobedient nor stupid. You will not have to hold his cord again."
"Now what does he mean by saying I will not have to stand and hold his cord again?"
"We are now on our way home," continued Paul, "and papa will be glad to see me and Pixy."
"For heaven's sake! Has the boy run off?"