“What are you going to do about it, Otto?”
The little German drew himself slowly erect. His words were carefully chosen:
“Cub Steerlink, I von’t stand-hit!”
Cub laughed again and begged:
“Aw, Otto!”
Otto turned his back and began lifting the food off the dumbwaiter. His dignity surrounded him.
He placed the platters in front of the doctor, re-filled the empty stein and announced placidly:
“You are as fin as dried-herrink!”
Cub cocked his head seriously and replied:
“So you advise marriage, Doctor. Is that how you got prolapsus of the stomach?”