"What you see to laugh at when my pony might have had a silver cup," said Gheena angrily, "I cannot see. Oh, call it Irish. You don't expect us to be Germans, do you?"
"If they could only meet you all for a little," gasped Stafford, "and see your little methods!"
"Oh, you'd like us to meet them, would you?" said Gheena. "You seem to know Germany well."
Stafford gasped that he wanted to see German officials encountering Phil and Andy, or your old Anne. That is verboten.
"'Forbidden. Is that so, young man?'
"'Himmel! Haf I not said it must not be done? Schwine!'
"'One side, young man, an' kape a civil tongue in ye're head. Isn't the right side the same as the left for th'ass a cyar if there is none in the sthreet?' Oh, if you only knew them and their superiority and their rages."
"Some people," said Gheena darkly, "ought to know them better at present."
Mr. Stafford's fingers touched his pocket-book; he leant forward suddenly.
"There is something here which you may take back some day," he said softly—"something which you gave me, I think."