“Good gracious, Hans! this is no menagerie! It is a first-class hotel, and we’ll be fired out if we make such unearthly noises in the rooms.”
“I don’d toldt you so?” exclaimed the Dutch boy in surprise. “Don’d der beople der hodel in abbreciate goot musicks?”
“Possibly they do when they hear it.”
“Vell, oben der toor und gif um der chance uf their lifes. I vos goin’ to sing again alretty soon.”
“If you try it, I’ll throw you out of the window!”
Diamond gave a sigh of relief.
“Talk about a Chinese orchestra!” he muttered. “There are other things quite as bad.”
Hans looked sad.
“I vos afraidt mein voice vos not abbreciated,” he said. “Id vos hardt ven a veller feels so goot he vants to varble like der pirds und der friendts uf him von’t gif him a shance. Oxcuse me vile I shed a tear. Vill somepody lent me an onions?”
“Oi’m glad ye’ve got somebody to hold ye down, ye Dutch chaze,” grinned Barney. “It’s mesilf has been unable intoirely to kape th’ Dutchmon shtill, Frankie. It’s in danger av bein’ arristed he has put us twinty toimes a day.”