“No, I am oudt on der ocean sufferin’ seferely midt sea sickness,” responded Heiny with withering scorn, and the village youth subsided.
“I vonder vot is der madder midt me?” thought young Dill to himself, seeing that he was the observed of all observers in and about the hotel. “Oh, vell! I subbose dot a vell-dressed man is not often seen hereabouts.”
He sat down in a chair on the porch and before long a cadaverous-looking individual, with lank, black hair and a solemn countenance seated himself beside him.
“A stranger in our city, sir, I take it?” began the newcomer.
“Yes, dey all seem to dink I am stranger dan anydings dot dey see yet,” rejoined Heiny good-naturedly.
“A natural ignorance, my dear sir. You, I take it, come from the centers of cosmopolitanism?”
“Vell, I don’t know dot town. I come from New York,” was the German youth’s reply.
“A noble city, sir.”
“Vell, I don’d know about dot. Dey vouldn’d buy mein convertible sissage machine.”