"Let's go to the hut--and have some supper and fizz," he said gayly.
We went to the hut.

We had supper.

We ate and drank heavily.

We danced madly around the table.

Nevertheless I thought that Spitz and Fritz were worried by the King's potations, and Spitz at last went so far as to remind his Majesty that they were to start early in the morning for Kohlslau.