“Oh, dot don’d make some ice!” said Louie Knobloch, accompanying the words with sarcastic shakes of his head. “I don’d see no medals on you.”
He looked complacently down at his own chest and regarded with satisfaction the big assortment there. Emil Muller was evidently taken aback, but he recovered himself sufficiently to say:
“I am de leater, und you gan ged oudt off der pandt. Ve gan ged along mitout you.”
“Oh, vell,” said Louie Knobloch, “I gan go.”
“Den vhy don’d you? Vat are you shtanding here for?”
“I vass vaiding for my money.”
“How much do you owe me?” asked Emil Muller.
“I owe you a veek’s vages,” said Louie Knobloch. “No, you owe me a veek’s vages. You bay me my money und I go.”
“You dake dot bum node und bay yourself,” said Muller.
That settled the controversy, and Louis Knobloch made no effort to go, nor did Emil Muller urge him.