Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
"Dot's vot's der madder mit me," sighed Hans Dunnerwust, in disappointment. "It vos peen so long alretty yet since I haf seen a scrap dot I don'd know vot it vos." "G'wan wid yez, Dutch!" cried Barney, who was in ill-humor on account of the failure as he supposed of Bascomb to challenge Merriwell. "Thot Yankee from Vermont called yez a balloony sausage t'-day, an' ye nivver did a thing.
Quick!" "Say, I ain't done a thing, what do ye want me fer?" whined the girl, as the sergeant pulled at her sleeve. The officer did not reply, but he looked menacingly about him at the evil company. "If any of you guys starts anything I'm going to call out the reserves. Come on, Annie." The proprietor, Shultberger, now entered from the front, after a warning from his waiter. "Vot's dis, sergeant?
He put the money into his wallet. He went to the door to admit another. "Ah, Levy, what do you have to say?" "Ah, Meester Clemm, eet's a bad bizness! Nattings at all to-day. I've been through five shoit-vaist factories, and not a girl could I get. Too much of dis union bizness. I told dem I vas a valking delegate, but I don't t'ink I look like a delegate. Vot's to be done?"
"The legs that is, three of them are Chippendale. The back is a nondescript of something I cannot tell. Perhaps from some colonial remnant." "Vot's it vorth?" "Nothing, except to sit upon." Otto laughed a gurgling, chuckling laugh, his pudgy nose wrinkling like a rabbit's. "Ain't dot funny!" and he rubbed his fat hands. "Dot's true.
"Vot's der madder, can't ve get in?" queried Hans, with a look of real concern on his honest face. "That doesn't look like it," answered Fred. "Too bad, and after coming so far for this treasure, too!" "We must get in there somehow!" cried Dick. "Why can't we blow up the rocks with dynamite," suggested Tom. "We can but it will take time," said his father. He turned to Bahama Bill.
"Turn this great slush-bucket out of my room!" cried Mr. Jorrocks, as the Countess rushed into his apartment. "Vot's he doing here?" "Doucement, mon cher Colonel," said she, clapping him on the back, "he sall be my brodder." "Never such a thing!" roared Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing him as he spoke. "Never such a thing! no more than myself out with him, I say, or I'll cut my stick toute suite directly!"
"Blow me," cried Dunnaker, with unaffected vehemence, "I sees as how you know vot's come of he! Many's the good turn I'll do you, if you vill but tell I." "Why, does he owe you a dozen bobs; or what, Dummie?" said Ned. "Not he, not he," cried Dummie. "What then, you want to do him a mischief of some sort?"
Otto looked at him over the tops of his glasses, his anger increasing as he noticed the man's scowl of suspicion. "Oh, dot's it, is it? Dot's vat you come for. You tink I am a fence, eh?" The detective grinned derisively. "You bought a piece of lace, didn't you?" "I buy a dozen pieces maybe vot's dot your business?" "My business will come later.
Vell, he'll find maybe I can vait as long as de next feller. Ven he gits ready to talk business, he knows vere Eternal City is, I guess. Vot's de matter, Madame, you got dat old voman o' mine melted to de chair?" "I'll see, I'll see, Meester T-S," said Madame, hustling out of the room. Mary came up to the great man.
Vot's his address? And Lipsky, he says, says he, 'Dey tell me he stays in a place called Vestminster Abbey, in England. 'Vell, says I, 'send him a cablegram and find out vot he'll take fer an exclusive contract. So we sent a cablegram to Charles Dickens, Vestminster Abbey, England, and we didn't git no answer, and come to find out, de boys in de studios vas havin' a laugh on old Abey, because dis guy Dickens is some old time feller, and de Abbey is vere dey got his bones.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking