'I am the Sole Agent,' I burst out, with swelling dignity. 'If you will give me your orders, with cash in hand for the amount, I will send the cycle, carriage paid, to any address you desire in Germany.' 'You!' they exclaimed, incredulously. 'The Fraeulein is pleased to be humorous!' 'Oh, very well,' I answered, vaulting into the saddle; 'If you choose to doubt my word----' I waved one careless hand and coasted off. 'Good-morning, meine Herren.' They lumbered after me on their ramshackled traction-engines. 'Pardon, Fraeulein! Do not thus go away! Oblige us at least with the name and address of the maker.' I perpended--like the Herr Over-Superintendent at Frankfort. 'Look here,' I said at last, telling the truth with frankness, 'I get 25 per cent on all bicycles I sell. I am, as I say, the maker's Sole Agent. If you order through me, I touch my profit; if otherwise, I do not. Still, since you seem to be gentlemen,' they bowed and swelled visibly, 'I will give you the address of the firm, trusting to your honour to mention my name'--I handed them a card--'if you decide on ordering. The price of the palfrey is 400 marks. It is worth every pfennig of it.' And before they could say more, I had spurred my steed and swept off at full speed round a curve of the highway. I pencilled a note to my American that night from Hornberg, detailing the circumstance; but I am sorry to say, for the discredit of humanity, that when those two students wrote the same evening from their inn in the village to order Manitous, they did _not_ mention my name, doubtless under the misconception that by suppressing it they would save my commission. However, it gives me pleasure to add _per contra_ (as we say in business) that when I arrived at Lucerne a week or so later I found a letter, _poste restante_, from Mr. Cyrus Hitchcock, inclosing an English ten-pound note. He wrote that he had received two orders for Manitous from Hornberg; and 'feeling considerable confidence that these must necessarily originate' from my German students, he had the pleasure of forwarding me what he hoped would be the first of many similar commissions. [Illustration: FELT A PERFECT LITTLE HYPOCRITE.] I will not describe my further adventures on the still steeper mountain road from Hornberg to Triberg and St. Georgen--how I got bites on the way from an English curate, an Austrian hussar, and two unprotected American ladies; nor how I angled for them all by riding my machine up impossible hills, and then reclining gracefully to eat my lunch (three times in one day) on mossy banks at the summit. I felt a perfect little hypocrite. But Mr. Hitchcock had remarked that business is business; and I will only add (in confirmation of his view) that by the time I reached Lucerne, I had sown the good seed in fifteen separate human souls, no less than four of which brought forth fruit in orders for Manitous before the end of the season.