"Fräulein Chenny," he began again, but gave it up. He opened the lesson book and read in English, with a strong German accent, "Heff you die—hett of—die poy—found?" Then he looked at her ardently, as if he had just uttered the most delicate sentiment. Jenny smiled, and read what she considered to be an appropriate answer.
"Nein, ich hab die slissell meine—Grossmutter——"
She looked at him for approval,
"Schlüssel," corrected Poons.
"Slissell," repeated Jenny.
"Schlüss——"
"Sliss——"
Poons gave up trying and went back to his book, reading the following with deep-bated breath and loving emphasis.
"Vich—-iss—to der hotel—die—vay?"
Jenny's reply came with business-like rapidity.