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I am a boet, and a creat boet; but I haf no lankwage. My Vrench is Cherman, and my Cherman is Vrench, ant my Enklish is Alsatian. My normal demperadure is fever heat. I am a toctor; I am a zoldier. I haf peen a creat agdor in garagder bards Alsatian garagder bards in Vrance and in Chermany. I can write a blay, ant I can stage id, ant I can baint the scenery for id.
"I haf got some musics py mine drunk in too," said Hans. "What have you got, Hansy?" asked Sam "a tin whistle?" "No, a music pox vot mine fadder brought from Chermany. He vos a fine pox, too, I can told you." "That's splendid, Hans," said Dora. "I love a good music box." So the talk ran on until there was a knock at the door and Aleck appeared.
"I ton't like dem Indians," sighed Hans. "I see me some of dem vonde by a show in Chermany, und I vos afraid." At this a laugh went up. How much further the joke would have been carried it is impossible to say, but just then a bell rang and the boys had to go into the classroom. But Tom remembered about the Indians, as the others found out about a week later.
"Vot iss?" were the words Jack heard. "Show yourself!" commanded Jack. "Py schimminy," came the answer, "you gif me in the pack one, two, dree pain. What?" "You're Dutch!" said Jack. "Chermany!" corrected the other. "Come a liddle oudt." Jack stepped out of the shelter and soon saw a boy of about seventeen do likewise. The boy was short, round, fat, muscular, and big and red of face.
But the caste enjoyed it less and when the ghost was docked of a whole scene it grew rebellious. "If you give me any more of your lip," said the princely stage manager, "I'll trow you out altogether. There's lots of people wouldn't believe in ghosts anyway. Me grandfather seen this play in Chermany and he told me they didn't use the ghost at all.
A higher power" his voice changed its emotional quality, his magnified eyes seemed to dilate "has prought you and your secret straight to us. So!" he bowed his head "so pe it. It is ze Destiny of Chermany and my Prince. I can undershtandt you always carry zat secret. You are afraidt of roppers and spies. So it comes wiz you to us. Mr. Pooterage, Chermany will puy it." "Will she?"
"Crikey!" said Bert, overwhelmed. "I peg your pardon?" "Jest a twinge," said Bert, raising his hand to his bandaged head. "Ah! Also I am instructed to say that as for that noble, unrightly accused laty you haf championed so brafely against Pritish hypocrisy and coldness, all ze chivalry of Chermany is on her site." "Lady?" said Bert faintly, and then recalled the great Butteridge love story.
It not only gifs us a better Drachenflieger, but it remofes our last uneasiness as to Great Pritain. Wizout you, sir, Great Pritain, ze land you lofed so well and zat has requited you so ill, zat land of Pharisees and reptiles, can do nozzing! nozzing! You see, I am perfectly frank wiz you. Well, I am instructed that Chermany recognises all this. We want you to place yourself at our disposal.
He broke the remainder over his knee, and threw the pieces on the flat desk, upsetting an ink-bottle, the contents of which dripped juicily to the floor. 'But ain't you, said Mr. Schneider, in a voice that was almost a squeal 'don't you got no resbect for Chermany?
"She will," said the secretary, looking hard at Bert's abandoned sandals in the corner of the locker. He roused himself, consulted a paper of notes for a moment, and Bert eyed his brown and wrinkled face with expectation and terror. "Chermany, I am instructed to say," said the secretary, with his eyes on the table and his notes spread out, "has always been willing to puy your secret.
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