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"Vell," said the seaman, after obeying instructions, "I yoost had vun hell of a time, und he make a long rest in de land, I do py dammage! I keep a leedle book from off de day ve shtart ouid." I heard the measured pace of the brave "shkvarehet" below as he racked his brains for words.
Poor Edward could think of nothing to say of Goethe. "He is great, I grant you," Chris would admit, "but vat is he if the vimmen leave him alone? Divine yoost that." And he would proceed to cite endless examples of generals and statesmen whose wives or mistresses had been their bane.
In one difficult place Madge protested. "The poor things are working so hard," she said. "Couldn't I get out and walk for a while? I don't feel tired at all now, but your poor dogs do, I'm sure." "No, ma'am," replied Stefan. "They ain't tired. They yoost look so because they work hard. In dis country togs and men has to work hard or go hoongry.
"Oh, no, it vas not my dog." "Why, you said it was your dog." "Oh, no, gaptain, I " "It was a white dog, wasn't it, with his tail docked, and one ear gone, and " "Dot's him, dot's him! der fery dog. Wy, py Chorge, dot dog he would eat baint yoost de same like " "Well, never mind that, now 'vast heaving I never saw such a man. You start him on that dog and he'll dispute a year.
"You toandt kott enna verte to sendt to Mr. Richlun, Toctor!" "Yes. Tell him to come and pass an hour with me some evening in my library." The German lifted his hand in delight. "Vy, tot's yoost teh dting! Mr. Richlun alvayss pin sayin', 'I vish he aysk me come undt see um; undt I sayss, 'You holdt shtill, yet, Mr.
Mayor, wast to pring Dootje's 'rapscallion Tominie, and his 'rapscallion frient; and t'at is one, and t'is ist t'ot'e." "This gentleman has the appearance of being a real clergyman, and that too, of the church of England." "Yaas, Mr. Mayor, t'at is yoost so. He wilt preach fifteen minutes wit'out stopping, if you wilt give him a plack gownt; and pray an hour in a white shirt."
Vell, vell!" said the proprietor, caressing the beer-shop cat for a moment, "dat explains a good many dings about you dat I never understood before. I tell you vat I tink, deacon: if you'd been brought up in my country, mit all de brains you've got in your head, and yoost could'a'had a lot of German beer put inside of you besides, you'd been about de finest man in de United States now.
He laid his hand on the Doctor's arm, and then jerked it away, and tried to blow off the floury print of his fingers. "Come!" He beckoned. "Come; I show you somedting putiful. Toctor, I vizh you come!" The Doctor yielded. Richling had to be called upon at last to explain the hidden parts and processes. "It's yoost like putt'n' te shpirudt into teh potty," said the laughing German.
Bea artlessly considered Carol the most beautiful and accomplished lady in the country; she was always shrieking, "My, dot's a swell hat!" or, "Ay t'ink all dese ladies yoost die when dey see how elegant you do your hair!" But it was not the humbleness of a servant, nor the hypocrisy of a slave; it was the admiration of Freshman for Junior. They made out the day's menus together.
"Did he say he would come back?" A knock at the door arrested the answer, and a huge, wide, broad-faced German entered diffidently. The Doctor recognized Reisen. The visitor took off his flour-dusted hat and bowed with great deference. "Toc-tor," he softly drawled, "I yoost taught I trop in on you to say a verte to you apowt teh chung yentleman vot you hef rickomendet to me."
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