20
THE BATTALION.
quiet. Here comes de beer and de cheese. Be Gristian
peoples, and let us all in peace eat. Waiter, set dem down,
and make anodder table for dese wild peoples. I see dey
are shust crazy wit hunger.
Mr. Pritchard • The old man is right. I am sorry if
I hurt him. But we really are famished. For heaven’s
sake, let’s sit down to a breakfast somewhere!
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Grace—But this is not our waiter!
Mrs. Courtenay—If you are Pluto, you have been
transformed, in one short hour age has put his iron hand
upon you.
Mr. Preston—Iron-grey!
Cyrus—To be sho! Jiss uz I tought! Dat boy Pluto
meet dis crowd, tuk dem order, mix me up! Wot shauu
I do?
Mrs. Rosengarten—Wot bell is dat?
Mr. Rosengarten—You hear de bell?
[The sound of ringing is now distinctly heard.]
Mr. Doerflinger—Holy Moses! Dat is de train shust
getting ready to start!
Fritz—And our breakfast only haf tun!
Mrs. Rosengarten—We must go dough! Fritz, take
de bag!
Miss Rosie—Oh, Maurice, don’t forget our philopena!
One glass of beer before we go!
Mr. Rosengarten—Dis is too moch! (Drinks beer
hurriedly, pays Cyrus with left hand, taking money from
vest pocket.)
Fritz—“Dere’s nought, my lads, to lift for now”—
[Exeunt all the German party.]