One said to another, "The boy plays well. He is a real musician."
Several coins were thrown.
"I am right!" thought Mitzi. Her heart pounded with delight. "People will pay to hear my Fritz's music. They will!"
When the day was almost done, Fritz stopped playing. Mitzi showed him the money they had made.
"See," she said. "Enough coins to make even Father smile! Come. Let us give them to Father. How pleased he will be!"
"Now, perhaps, he will like my playing," said Fritz.
They hurried toward their wagon, where they found Mr. Toymaker very much annoyed.
"Why did you run away and not tell me where you were going?" he demanded.
Mitzi held out the money.