His laughter, his jests, his compliments were showered upon the delighted diners.

Mr.Gallosh and he drank healths down the whole length of the table "mit no tap-heels!" at least four times.
He peeled an orange for Miss Gallosh, and cut the skin into the most diverting figures, pressing her hand tenderly as he presented her with these works of art.

He inquired of Mrs.Gallosh the names of the clergymen, and, shouting something distantly resembling these, toasted them each and all with what he conceived to be appropriate comments.
Finally he rose to his feet, and, to the surprise and delight of all, delivered the speech they had been disappointed of earlier in the day.
"Goot Mr.Gallosh, fair Mrs.Gallosh, divine Mees Gallosh, and all ze ladies and gentlemans, how sorry I vas I could not make my speech before, I cannot eggspress.

I had a headache, and vas not vell vithin.
Ach, soch zings vill happen in a new climate.

Bot now I am inspired to tell you I loff you all! I zank you eggstremely! How can I return zis hospitality?
I vill tell you! You must all go to Bavaria and stay mit----" "Tulliwuddle! Tulliwuddle!" shouted Bunker frantically, to the great amazement of the company.