"Locked and barred one door and left the other standing wide open!" he said with tears of mirth in his eyes.
"Well, well," he said, "no harm is done. Now each one get into a bed, with no heed to the pay. Mr. Furman has paid the whole bill for your stay here in return for the sweet songs you sang for him."
The boys made great eyes over this piece of news, and lost no time in getting themselves into the other beds.
"Wait, boys! You must first put the pieces of furniture back in their places, then go to bed and sleep well. You yet have several hours. What time do you wish to leave in the morning?"
"At six o'clock we must be on our way."
"All right," said the jolly landlord, and as he glanced at their rosy, bright faces, each in his own bed, he laughed, shook his head and went out, and soon the three boys and Pixy were sound asleep.
It is not known how long they would have slept had not the landlord paid them another visit.
"You have slept past the breakfast hour. Do you intend sleeping until dinner time?" he asked laughingly.
"No indeed! What time is it?" asked Fritz, opening his eyes sleepily.
"Nine o'clock and I thought you wished to start at six."