Her trial trip was
to be made this morning.
"Gi' me it, gi' me it," shouted August, dancing around his father.
"Not soh, not soh," cried Mr. Sieppe, bearing it aloft. "I must first
der eggsperimunt make."
"No, no!" wailed August. "I want to play with ut."
"Obey!" thundered Mr. Sieppe. August subsided. A little jetty ran part
of the way into the water. Here, after a careful study of the directions
printed on the cover of the box, Mr. Sieppe began to fire the little
boat.
"I want to put ut in the wa-ater," cried August.
"Stand back!" shouted his parent. "You do not know so well as me; dere
is dandger. Mitout attention he will eggsplode."
"I want to play with ut," protested August, beginning to cry.
"Ach, soh; you cry, bube!" vociferated Mr. Sieppe. "Mommer," addressing
Mrs. Sieppe, "he will soh soon be ge-whipt, eh?"
"I want my boa-wut," screamed August, dancing.
"Silence!" roared Mr. Sieppe. The little boat began to hiss and smoke.
"Soh," observed the father, "he gommence. Attention! I put him in der
water." He was very excited. The perspiration dripped from the back of
his neck. The little boat was launched. It hissed more furiously than
ever.
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