"Fritz! Fritz!" she cried. "Oh, Fritzie!"
"What is the matter? What is it?" asked Fritz, puzzled.
He could see nothing to disturb his sister like this. He had not been walking in mud puddles.
"I have thought of the very thing!" said the girl. "I know just what we shall do. Oh, why didn't I think of it before?"
"What is it?" asked her brother.
They began to walk on again, but Mitzi was still in a state of excitement. She clutched Fritz's arm and started to talk. Her words tumbled over on top of one another, they were in such a hurry to come out.
"You shall be a real Pied Piper, Fritz!" she chattered. "Tomorrow I'll make another speech in the park. I'll ask the people to follow you just as the children followed the Pied Piper. While you are playing you will walk away. You'll be like the Piper leading the rats and the children. Only, instead of leading them to a cave, you'll lead them to—"
"Where?" asked Fritz, wide-eyed.
"To Father!" said Mitzi.
"Oh, Mitz!" cried Fritz, horrified.