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"I nefer seen der peat uf dot alretty yet," declared Hans, as he and Frank were hurrying back to the academy. "Uf dot don'd peen der piggest racket vot nefer vos, you dunno vot I vos talkin' apout." "If it is found that we know anything about it, we will be sure to get into trouble," said Frank. "Should anybody question you, why you must be ignorant as a mule." "You pet me your life I vos.
Shust keep your eye on me, und I vill learn some tricks vot you don'd know alretty yet." Snell did his best to make Hans believe he was a great favorite, and then he told him how Frank had won the only time he had appeared in the game, and had never come around since.
"Don'd fighd 'im, nod here. It's no good. Go to the pladform an' say your say. We'll hear you." But it was impossible to hear any one now. Uproar broke loose. Men shouted, stormed, cursed; the meeting was become a rabble.
Together, Mulloy and Gallup seized the Dutchman, one by each arm, lifted him part way to his feet and then permitted him to fall back with a thud. "Look out there, boys," laughed Frank, "you'll dent the ground!" "Mine cootness!" gurgled Hans. "The ground dented me alretty soon! Don'd put my hands on you again!" he ordered, as his friends once more offered assistance.
"I wish I'd thought to bring a prune pie," he told her daringly, in his eagerness half strangling over a crumb of cake. "Nobody wants prune pie at a picnic," declared one of the fat women sententiously. "You might as well bring fried bacon and done with it." "Picnics," added the other and fatter woman, "iss for getting somet'ings t' eat yuh don'd haff every day at home."
"Mein Gott, Laadham, how do you know when you haf der boil on der pack of your neck? You can'd zee him, ain'd id?" Mr. Schultze turned to Mr. Czenki. "Der dhree of us vill go und zee Mr. Wynne. Id iss der miracle! Vass iss, iss, und id don'd do any good to say id ain'd."
"Vell, I vos going to toldt him dot shust der same. Uf he don'd peen aroundt here der next dime, I don'd know der kindt uv a feller vot he vos peen yet avile." "Well, don't mention that I said anything. He might fancy I thought him afraid to come round." "I don'd call your name at all, don'd you let me vorry apout dot."
There was a scrambling among the boys, as they hastened to get their legs from beneath that table. "I don'd feel very vell aroundt der bit uf mein stomach," gasped Hans. "I pelief I vos going to be sick alretty yet." One of the boys held the light, while they all looked under the table, but they did not find anything there. "Now, that is singular," commented Harvey Dare.
"If he has been elected, sure he'll have his seat," declared Lanigan, loyally. "That's the way we do things in this country! Why shouldn't he have his seat?" "Den vhere vhere is dot zertificate dot should show to Karl Trimbach dot he shall valk into der State House und sit on his seat? He don't get it. Why don'd dey send it?" Weisner bellowed his questions. He threshed his arms wildly about him.
With all my heart I do!" protested the Woggle-Bug, placing all four hands, one after another, over that beating organ. "Das mak plenty trouble by you. I don'd could be yours!" sighed the widow, indeed regretting her admirer was not an ordinary man. "Why not?" asked the Woggle-Bug.
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