“Lazy? When I have a high fever you don’t expect me to——”
“I know all that! Dare thay you dwank too much beer. You twanthlate, Gildemeister.”
“Absent!” cried a number of voices at once.
Samuel shook his head sadly.
“Doeth nobody know what ith the matter with Gildemeister?”
“He has a cold!” replied one of the lads.
“Cold! When I wath hith age I never had a cold. But why don’t Knipke and Heppenheimer come back? Schwarz, you go and thee if you can’t find them, but mind you come wight back!”
Schwarz went, and returned after ten minutes with the pedell and the others.
“Herr Inaddler was occupied with papering his wall,” said Heppenheimer in a respectful tone; “he had to change his coat.”
“Ah, indeed! And doeth it take you half-an-hour to do that? Inaddlaw, theemth to me you are beginning to neglect your offith!”