"You seem to have learned it, anyhow," said Peggy, laughing.
"Oh, but that isn't all!" said Rose. "There is more horror. It goes on, you know:
"'Die dickeren Männer,
Der dickeren Männer,
Den dickeren Männern,
Die dickeren Männer.'"
"I think foreign languages are the silliest things in the world!" declared Peggy. "Well, I do! Such perfect foolishness as they talk! I have no patience with them."
"Well, but Peggy, they aren't foreign when they are at home!" protested Ethel.
"Well, then, I wish they would stay at home. I don't know whether German is so bad, though that sounds awful, all that you said just now, Rose; but I have French; and I have to try to mince and simper, and twist my mouth up into all kinds of shapes, just saying things that are too silly to be said. I wish there was a law that no one in this country should ever speak anything but English. It would be ever so much more sensible."
"So it would!" assented Rose. "I say! what a pity we didn't think to bring something to eat! I'm awfully hungry, walking all this way."
"All this way, Rose!" said Peggy. "Why, how far do you think it is?"
"Oh, four or five miles, I'm sure!"
"Well, it isn't two. Look here, girls, what is the reason none of you seem to know how to walk?"