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"A pretzel!" exclaimed Ruth. "What a ridiculous thing to bring," said Agnes. "She liked them," Dot said, nodding. "But she doesn't eat them any more." "Why not?" asked Ruth. "We ell, Jacob doesn't bring them." "Do tell us why not!" "Why," said Dot, earnestly, "you see teacher told Jacob one day that she liked them, but she wished his father didn't make them so salty.
So after that Jacob always brought teacher a pretzel without any salt on it.
"I shall have to send it myself, Aunt Tish," he said; "it is my duty to my paper. Even my family pride, hurt to the quick and quivering as it is, must not interfere with my duty." It was Bettina who suggested a way out Bettina, who had sat back as pale as Tish and heard that her Mr. Ellis was, as Charlie Sands said later, as crooked as a pretzel. "But Jasper was not not subsidized," she said.
"I won't, Dad," grinned Tom. "What do you think of this?" He handed his father the bar of bendable glass. "What do I think of it? Why, it looks like a glass rod, that's all I can see." "Then watch!" Tom took the bar and deftly twisted it into the shape of a fat pretzel. "You've done it, son!" cried Mr. Swift. "And to think I told you such a thing was impossible! Congratulations!"
The experiments with the yeast were quite exciting, for Fraulein Pretzel showed them how it would work till it blew the cork out, and go fizzing up to the sky if it was kept too long; how it would turn sour or flat, and spoil the bread if care was not taken to use it just at the right moment; and how too much would cause the loaf to rise till there was no substance to it.
"Not until to-morrow, and he wants to start the rehearsals the first thing in the morning." "Ach! Den dat's differunt alretty yet again, wasn't it so?" and Mr. Switzer winked at the admiring newsboy, and tossed him a quarter, with the advice to get a pretzel and use it for a watch charm. Whereat the boy went into convulsive laughter again.
The teachers don't like them much." "Oh, our teacher does," said Dot, eagerly. "There's Jacob Bloomer. You know his father is the German baker on Meadow Street. Our teacher used to like him a lot." "And what's the matter with Jakey now?" asked Agnes. "Is he in her bad books?" "I don't know would you call it 'bad books," Dot said. "But he doesn't bring the teacher a pretzel any more."
Everybody called them Heinie and Fritz and I seen one of them giveing me a look like he was wondring if all the U. S. soldiers was big stroppers like I but I stuck out my tongue at him and said "What do you think you are looking at you big pretzel" and he didn't dast say nothing back. Well they was a fine looking gang and they's been a lot of storys going the rounds about no soap in Germany.
At last he was forced to give up lunch and get along as best he could on two scanty meals a day; he grew thin and haggard, his Adam's apple projected redly above a frayed collar, his trousers grew wrinkled and shiny, and he looked ready to take his place in the "bread line." Finally he spent his last cent on a pretzel and made ready to "turn in his checks."
Ah no, dear cousin, that youthful heart is already on fire! The words were uttered with such an affectation of softness that Pretzel did not move, as his mistress anxiously looked to see if he were awake when she had done speaking. 'No, replied the other lady calmly. 'She has none. But I do not think that was what my cousin Greifenstein meant.
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