“Leuk”, answered the mother.
“Aardig”, said some one else.
“Typisch”, exclaimed Truitje.
A grumble fell on our ears: “Wat gek!”
It was Jaap.
AN AFFECTIONATE IRISH TERRIER.
Truitje talked on one side of Enderby; Jaap talked on the other. Enderby smiled, then sniggered, then laughed; and finally, laying down his knife and fork, he looked at me, and leaned back in his chair and positively roared.
“Well, what’s the matter?” I asked austerely.
“She says it’s touching to see your affection for me. You looked so melancholy when I was away, as if you were longing for something—or crossed in love—or disappointed! You’ve won their hearts, at last, my boy, not a doubt of it. Still, don’t overdo that phrase, now that you’ve got it. Jaap here has a story about an Irish terrier in Drenthe that refused to eat anything for three days, when its master was away in Amsterdam. But he adds that the terrier made up for it, by eating everything it could, when its master came back. I can see that you are going to achieve a reputation that will outrival that of your canine compatriot, unless you have a care. Be a bit cautious, please.”
GENERAL PRINCIPLES.