"Vos dis der poat we sail in, udder vos dis a poat pelonging to Mr.Vanderfellow, or some of dose udder millionaires ?" "This is the boat," said Tom, with a wink at the others.

"Of course it's rather plain, Hans, but maybe you'll get used to it." "Blain?
Vy, Dom--" "There are only six kinds of baths aboard, cold, hot, soda, milk, mustard, and cream de fizz, but if you want any other kind all you've got to do is to ask the ship's carpenter about it." "Six kinds of paths! Vy I ton't vos--" "And then at meals the cook serves only five kinds of dessert pie, fruit, iced cabbage, vinegar sherbit, and hot lardalumpabus.

Of course I know you don't like pie and fruit and things like that, but you'll fall dead in love with the lardalumpabus," went on the fun-loving Rover.
"Vot is dot lardapusalump ennahow ?" queried Hans, scratching his head gravely.

"I ton't remember him." "Why, it's a compote, with frizzled gizzardinus and pollylolly.

It's delicious, served with cream and salt--but you want lots of salt, Hans, lots of salt." "Maybe I try him, I ton't know," answered the German youth, gravely.
And then even Tom had to turn away, to keep from roaring in Hans' face.
The Rover boys went to the depot to meet the train which was to bring in the Stanhopes and the Lanings.