Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
"Oh-h-h, das-a fine music," he cried, clapping his hands as Nils finished. "Now 'Marble Halls, Marble Halls'! Clara, you sing him." Clara smiled and leaned back in her chair, beginning softly: "I dreamt that I dwelt in ma-a-arble halls, With vassals and serfs at my knee," and Joe hummed like a big bumblebee. "There's one more you always played," Clara said quietly, "I remember that best."
No way for mans. Mans say, 'You come to de church, an' get a hurry on you. Das-a way mans talks." "Maybe Nils hasn't got enough to keep a wife," put in Clara ironically. "How about that, Nils?" she asked him frankly, as if she wanted to know. Nils looked at her coolly, raising one eyebrow. "Oh, I can keep her, all right." "The way she wants to be kept?"
Joe dragged him to the wooden bench beside the green table. "You bring de flute," he cried, tapping the leather case under Nils' arm. "Ah, das-a good' Now we have some liddle fun like old times. I got somet'ing good for you." Joe shook his finger at Nils and winked his blue eye, a bright clear eye, full of fire, though the tiny bloodvessels on the ball were always a little distended.
Dis time you haf to drink, and Clara she haf to, so she show she not jealous. So, we all drink to your girl. You not tell her name, eh? No-no-no, I no make you tell. She pretty, eh? She make good sweetheart? I bet!" Joe winked and lifted his glass. "How soon you get married?" Nils screwed up his eyes. "That I don't know. When she says." Joe threw out his chest. "Das-a way boys talks.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking