"'No, that is on the next square. You go to the corner and turn to the right, and there you are.'
"'Thank you!'
"The baker returned to his bakery and the man went out and down the street. When night came and the family went to retire there was no bed or bed-clothing in the baker's room. The clever thief had made off with them."
Fritz seemed somewhat comforted to hear that he was not the only one who had been outwitted.
Farther on the boys took keen interest in a bicycle race.
"Oh, look at them!" Fritz exclaimed. "A whole regiment of them! How can the dealer sell so many?"
"He must sell a great many more than you see there in order to pay the rent of his store."
"Yes," agreed Fritz, knowingly, "the rents are high with us, too; there is one man in our village who pays one hundred and eighty marks for the rent of his store."
"That is quite a sum of money, my boy," smiled Uncle Braun, "but look at this small store we are passing. I happen to know that the rent of it is ten times your one hundred and eighty marks."
"Is that possible? Then if he got but a mark for each pair of shoes, he would have to sell eighteen hundred pairs in a year to make the rent."