Fred Garrison and Hans Mueller came in together, the following noon, Hans lugging a dress suit case that was as big almost as a dog house.
"Here we are again!" sang out Fred, dropping his baggage and shaking hands all around.

"I declare it's like when we went on the houseboat trip." "Maybe I ton't vos glad to drop dot leetle drunk alretty ?" said Hans, indicating his baggage.

"He vos veigh most a don, I dink." "Why didn't you let an expressman bring it ?" asked Dick.
"Not much!" declared the German youth, shaking his head vigorously.
"Vonce I haf a pox mid a new hat in him, und I say to a poy, carry dot und I gif you den cents.

Vell he is carrying dot yet, I dink, for I ton't see dot hat no more, nefer!" "Well, you won't have to carry any more baggage for a long while to come," said Mr.Rover, with a smile, and then had Aleck take the things below.

When Hans saw the elegant staterooms, and the main saloon of the steam yacht with its beautiful mirrors and rich carvings, his eyes bulged out like saucers.
"Mine cracious!" he gasped.