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"I would advise that you do not set out upon your journey so soon after
eating, but rest at least half an hour, and for that purpose we will go
to the reception-room, where there are comfortable chairs."
As soon as they were seated, and the landlady had taken her knitting,
she asked if they had learned anything new in Frankfort.
"Yes," said Fritz, eagerly; "we learned to make coffee, and to cook
potatoes and other things. My aunt let us help her."
"That was good; people ought to learn everything that comes in their
way. Now tell us what you saw in Frankfort."
Nothing could have been pleasanter to the triplets than to live over
again those hours of sight-seeing, and all three helped tell of their
visit.
"Now listen to this," said the landlord, who had picked up a Frankfort
paper:
"An Englishman lost his pocketbook on Saturday evening in the grounds of
the Forest-house, in the suburbs of Frankfort. It contained valuable
papers and money, and was found by a young man named Pixy from the
Odenwald country, and delivered to the owner."
The landlord and his wife laughed at the mistake of the reporter until
tears stood in their eyes; and then the three boys repeated the story
again, and told of the English cousin, and of Uncle Braun, and ended by
saying that they felt that they knew everybody and every place in
Frankfort.
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