It was rather a gradual tumble.
Having so much fat on all portions of his body Mr.Schimmelpodt came down with more astonishment than jar.
"Ach! Such a slipperyishness!" he grunted.

"Hey, Bresgott---! look out!" The door had opened suddenly at this early hour in the morning.
Dick, charged with doing a breakfast errand for his mother at the last moment, sprang down the steps and started to sprint away.
At the first step on the sidewalk, however, Dick's landing foot shot out from under him.
He tried to bring the other down in time to save himself.

That, too, slipped.

Dick waved his arms, wind-mill fashion in the quick effort to save himself.
"Bresgott," observed the seated contractor, solemnly, "I bet you five tollars to den cents dot you-----" Here Schimmelpodt waited until Dick settled the question of the center of gravity by sprawling on the sidewalk.
"-- -Dot you fall," finished the German, gravely.

"I---Und I yin!" "Why, good morning, Mr.Schimmelpodt," Dick responded, as he started to get up.