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'O, tear, tear, said he, 'can't you make him four tollar? Shake dells me: Fader, ton't you puy ofer four tollar. You should see my Shake; he is only dwendy-dwo, but he got a young head on old shoulters. I told him that, seeing it was he, I would make the price $5, and he ordered twenty-four pairs."

"Maype I did I ton't oxactly remember about him." "I am surprised at your ignorance of natural history, Hans. Yes, the real jibberjacker has ten feet, although a branch of the family, known as the jibbertwister, has only eight feet." "Well, go on. He planked his ten feets by der floor town " "He held on and so did we, and it was a regular tug of war between us.

"I ton't like dem Indians," sighed Hans. "I see me some of dem vonde by a show in Chermany, und I vos afraid." At this a laugh went up. How much further the joke would have been carried it is impossible to say, but just then a bell rang and the boys had to go into the classroom. But Tom remembered about the Indians, as the others found out about a week later.

Once the gobbler in the other room there he used to chase 'em; he couldn't onderstand their lidtle tricks. Now dot goppler's teadt, and he ton't chase 'em any more. He was a Bohemian. Gindt of grazy, I cuess." "Well, it's a sociable existence," March suggested. "But perhaps if you let them have the things without stealing " "Oh no, no! Most nodt mage them too gonceitedt.

"I ton't desbise you," the old man broke in, his nostrils swelling and his eyes flaming with excitement, "I bity you." "Well, it seems to come to the same thing in the end," said Fulkerson. "What I understand is that you pity me now as the slave of capital, but you would pity me a great deal more if I was the master of it." "How you mean?" "If I was rich."

"Six kinds of paths! Vy I ton't vos " "And then at meals the cook serves only five kinds of dessert pie, fruit, iced cabbage, vinegar sherbit, and hot lardalumpabus. Of course I know you don't like pie and fruit and things like that, but you'll fall dead in love with the lardalumpabus," went on the fun-loving Rover. "Vot is dot lardapusalump ennahow?" queried Hans, scratching his head gravely.

The idol of the house was home again, and true happiness reigned under that little roof. "You ton't go away no more, mine Tite," he continued, patting him on the shoulder and pressing his hand. Angeline heard Tite's voice and came rushing into the room frantic with joy. "Thank God! thank God!" she exclaimed. "He has brought our boy safe back to us."

"I don't know a thing about these roads." "We'll have to trust to luck and the signboards," returned Dick. "It will be all right if only you don't get on some road that is impassible," put in Fred. "And get stuck thirty miles from nowhere," added Songbird. "You stick to dem roads vot haf stones on de got," said Hans wisely. "Ton't you vos, drust der car to der tirt roads, no!"

"You can't make me dance, Hans," returned Tom. "That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years." "It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me." "Pull the trigger and see," answered Tom coolly. He had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised.

Several went after him, and he was caught in the middle of an adjoining cornfield, where a rough-and-tumble scuffle ensued, with poor Hans at the bottom of the heap. "Hi, git off, kvick!" he gasped. "Dis ton't been no footsball game nohow! Git off, somebody, und dake dot knee mine mouth out of!" "Are you warm, now, Hansy!" asked Tom.

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