"Oh, Father, no!" she cried. "Fritz would never steal, and neither would I!"
"Do not say another word," commanded Mr. Toymaker. "You cannot make me believe this story. A boy's fiddling cannot more money than I can make in a week selling toys. No, you have stolen. And I will not have it."
| "THEY MUST OBEY!" |
Mrs. Toymaker tried to make him believe Mitz and Fritz. But Mr. Toymaker was very stubborn.
"They are naughty children," he said to his wife. "Mitzi is always doing things she should not do. It was she who put the boy up to it. They must be made to obey! Tonight they shall go to bed without any supper."
Fritz cried himself to sleep that night. Mitzi tried to comfort him. To be accused of stealing! That was worse than having to go to bed without supper.
"We'll show Father, Fritz," Mitzi said bravely. "You'll see."
Still her heart was heavy.
"He will never believe me," said Fritz. "If only he would let me play for him! And now he thinks that I am a thief!"