“Fahren Sie mit Bahn oder fahren Sie mit Schiff?”
Jack looked nonplussed.
“Which are the tickets for?” he asked.
“Either.”
He turned to where Rosina waited, her eyes gazing in the direction of Constance.
“Oh, Rosina,” he called out, “do you want to fahr from here on mit the Bahn or the Schiff?”
“I don’t care,” she replied.
“What’s the difference, anyhow?” he asked the man.
“With the boat you do not connect with the train on the other shore,” he was told.
“You don’t, eh? Well, I’m very anxious to make that train upon the other shore, so I think we’ll fahr right along mit the Bahn. Come on!” he called again to his cousin, “we must get aboard.”