Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/91

DAVE

"Daddy," he runs on, "there's no one in the whole of Virginia like old Jonthy—maybe not in the whole world. I have an idea that when the Lord got away from here—just here—on this farm—you know—the good stuff gave out and he had to adulterate it. Where is he, anyhow? Oh, tell me where my Jonthy's gone!"

"I expect he'll be around in a little. Can't you be satisfied with your father for a minute or two?" says I.

"Certainly, father!" says Dave, in fun, of course. "Ich liebe dich, du liebst mich, wir lieben den Jonathan—aber nicht die second-hand female cousin by marriage—ain't? Jonthy, Jonthy, Jonthy!" he yells, "ich bin dort—dei' Bruder von Virginia! Komm schwindt!"