"No!" Franz whooped.
His father looked sternly at him. "Please, Franz! Speak quietly or do not speak!"
"Let the boy shout," Father Paul reproved him. "There have been so many doors to which he could not find the key. At long last, one has swung wide and beckons him in."
Franz's puzzled father said, "I do not understand you."
Father Paul explained. "I mean that, from this time on, Franz may go forward."
"Caesar, too?" Franz asked breathlessly.
"Caesar, too," answered Father Paul. "I promised I'd inquire about your dog, and I kept my promise. You should know, however, that Caesar will be expected to pay his way with his work."
Franz exclaimed happily, "Caesar and I like work!"
"Had I thought otherwise, I never would have recommended you," said Father Paul. He looked at Franz's father and mother. "Well?"
"It's so far," Franz's mother said worriedly, "and so strange."