“I want to put ut in the wa-ater,” cried August.
“Stand back!” shouted his parent. “You do not know so well as me; dere is dandger. Mitout attention he will eggsplode.”
“I want to play with ut,” protested August, beginning to cry.
“Ach, soh; you cry, bube!” vociferated Mr. Sieppe. “Mommer,” addressing Mrs. Sieppe, “he will soh soon be ge-whipt, eh?”
“I want my boa-wut,” screamed August, dancing.
“Silence!” roared Mr. Sieppe. The little boat began to hiss and smoke.
“Soh,” observed the father, “he gommence. Attention! I put him in der water.” He was very excited. The perspiration dripped from the back of his neck. The little boat was launched. It hissed more furiously than ever. Clouds of steam rolled from it, but it refused to move.
“You don't know how she wo-rks,” sobbed August.
“I know more soh mudge as der grossest liddle fool as you,” cried Mr. Sieppe, fiercely, his face purple.
“You must give it sh—shove!” exclaimed the boy.