A. (Sorrowfully.) I didn’t think of that.
M. How cruel it is! What can we do?
A. (After a reflective pause, resolutely.) Margaret—we’ve got to.
M. Got to what?
A. Speak German.
M. Why, how, child?
A. (Contemplating her pamphlet with earnestness.) I can tell you one thing. Just give me the blessed privilege: just hinsetzen Will Jackson here in front of me, and I’ll talk German to him as long as this Meisterschaft holds out to burn.
M. (Joyously.) Oh, what an elegant idea! You certainly have got a mind that’s a mine of resources, if ever anybody had one.
A. I’ll skin this Meisterschaft to the last sentence in it!
M. (With a happy idea.) Why Annie, it’s the greatest thing in the world. I’ve been all this time struggling and despairing over these few little Meisterschaft primers: but as sure as you live, I’ll have the whole fifteen by heart before this time day after to-morrow. See if I don’t.