THE ROCK OF THE LORELEI
They passed the beautiful rock of the Lorelei and Mrs. Toymaker told Mitz and Fritz the famous legend of the beautiful maiden who sat upon the rock combing her golden hair. She sang and called to passing ships, and her voice was so beautiful that fishermen and sailors tried to reach the rock but they were always dashed to pieces on the reefs at the foot of the cliffs.
Mitz and Fritz loved this story.
The Toymakers stopped at one or two small towns. But Mr. Toymaker sold no toys. Again he grew worried. They passed happy people bathing in the river. Gay bath-houses dot the shores. Bathers bake themselves in the sun and rest beside the river.
"There is never any rest for me," sighed poor Mr. Toymaker.
"Perhaps, when we reach Coblenz (kō´blĕnts), you will sell more toys," said his wife.
"When we reach Coblenz," murmured Mitzi to Fritz, "you are to give another concert."
When they arrived in Coblenz, Mitzi said, "Come along, now, Fritz. This is our chance."
A short time later, Mr. Toymaker looked about and could not find Fritz and Mitzi.