There was a lamentable scene.
August rent the air with his outcries; his father shook him till his boots danced on the jetty, shouting into his face: "Ach, idiot! Ach, imbecile! Ach, miserable! I tol' you he eggsplode.
Stop your cry.

Stop! It is an order.

Do you wish I drow you in der water, eh?
Speak.

Silence, bube! Mommer, where ist mein stick?
He will der grossest whippun ever of his life receive." Little by little the boy subsided, swallowing his sobs, knuckling his eyes, gazing ruefully at the spot where the boat had sunk.

"Dot is better soh," commented Mr.Sieppe, finally releasing him.