"Doncher zhink 's mos' time t' go?" "Ve vas dere now." "Home?" "Yah." "Can't say I'm pleased with your d'mestic surroundings, Boffski. Razzer too mush noise f' man of my temp'ment. Guesh I'll haffer bid you g'night, Boffski." "Nein." "Yesh, Boffski, mush go. Gotter 'gagement." "Vait. I haf not show you yet " "T' tell truf, Moffski, I've seen 'nuff. 'F I wasser shee more, might not sleep well.
"Well," said his friend, reasonably, "ishn't that the big idea? Wouldn' you razzer drink yourself to death'n die of thirst?" They were making for the door now in a zigzag course, and when they passed Honor, Jimsy stayed their progress. He held out his hand and spoke to her, but he did not meet her eyes. "Gimme ring," he said, crossly. "What do you mean?" said Honor.
"What does it mean?" "Ach! I vill tell you!" spoke the German teacher. "I will leave at once razzer zan stay where he iss!" came from the Frenchman. "Come to my office," said Dr, Mead. "I am afraid it's another of the boys' pranks." The two Instructors, muttering against each other, followed the head of the academy down the corridor. "Now's our chance to sneak!" exclaimed Jack.