“Ya, min Herr;” and the landlord runs off into a perfect labyrinth of birds, fish, eggs, beefsteak, hot cakes, and other luxuries, which the inexperienced traveler is vainly attempting to follow up in his book. In despair, he at length calls out,
“Ja! Ja!—that’s all right! any thing you say, my fine old gentleman!”
At which the landlord scratches his head, for he doesn’t understand precisely what you have selected. Now you take your book, and explain slowly and systematically:
“Kaffee!”
“Ja.”
“Œgg!”
“Ja.”
“Fisk!”
“Ja.”
“Smör og Brod!”