“Vel, vot idt iss, mein poy?” asked Heiny.
“Wot cher sellin’?”
“Sellin’? I do not comprehension you.”
“What you advertisin’ then. Squirts Savory Soap or Odles Orient Oats?”
“Mein leedle poy, I adtvertise idt nuddings.”
“Nor sell nothing?”
“Nein. I am a chentleman of leisure undt an inventor.”
“Oh, climb back in der cage,” advised the rude urchin, and amidst a shout of laughter from his cronies he dashed off.
“Climb py der cage?” muttered young Dill, looking about. “I see no cage, undt efen if I didt I vouldn’t climb in—no, sir, not vile I haf nice room midt conversationings thrown in free of charge for nuddings.”
“On a trip?” asked a tall gangling village youth of the “half-baked” age, approaching the German boy.