He said, "I am a beggar and I am hungry. Will you give me your coin?"
He looked miserable. Mitzi felt sorry for him. But still she thought of her father's pleasure if she should return home with sausages.
She thought how she would say to her father, "It was Fritz's music that did it."
But Fritz was tugging at her sleeve.
"Give it to him," said the boy. "See! He is very old."
Mitzi put her hand into the pocket of her little apron and pulled out the precious coin. She looked at it lovingly, then she threw it to the old man.
"Come along, Fritz," she said.
The children turned away and left a happy beggar behind.