"Eh, Fritz where did you come from?"
"Fritz I haven't seen you in seven cold winters!"
"Nor I you, Fritz."
So we "Fritzed" each other, back and forth, to the amusement of the whole company.
"Fritz," asked he, "do you still write books?"
"Yes, Fritz, I have written a whole heap of them."
"Well, Fritz, do me a single favor, and never put me into any of them."
"Eh!" said I, "there's no help for it; you are in already, Fritz."
"What am I in about?" he asked hastily.
"The rendezvous, at the great water-ditch."