"Oh! that's it, is't? Wa-a-l, every country has its ways, I s'pose. Jarmany is a desp'ate aristocratic land, I take it."
"Ja; dere ist moch of de old feudal law, and feudal coostum still remaining in Charmany."
"Landlords a plenty, I guess, if the truth was known. Leases as long as my arm, I calkerlate?"
"Vell, dey do dink, in Charmany, dat de longer might be de lease, de better it might be for de denant."
As that was purely a German sentiment, or at least not an American sentiment, according to the notions broached by statesmen among ourselves, I made it as Dutch as possible by garnishing it well with d's.
"That's a droll idee! Now, we think, here, that a lease is a bad thing; and the less you have of a bad thing, the better."
"Vell, dat ist queer, so queer as I don't know! Vhat vill dey do as might help it?"
"Oh! the legislature will set it all right. They mean to pass a law to prevent any more leases at all."
"Und vill de beople stand dat? Dis ist a free country, efferybody dells me, and vilt der beoples agree not to hire lands if dey vants to?"
"Oh! you see we wish to choke the landlords off from their present leases; and, by and by, when that is done, the law can let up again."