"See old Van der Does? I thought it was Van der Werf's picture they had there."
"Ya," responded Jacob, "Van der Werf--vell, vot of it! Both ish just ash goot--"
"Yes, Van der Does was a noble old Dutchman, but he was not Van der Werf. I know he defended the city like a brick, and--"
"Now vot for you shay dat, Penchamin? He no defend te city mit breek, he fight like goot soltyer mit his guns. You like make te fun mit effrysinks Tutch."In!
"No! No! No! I said he defended the city LIKE a brick. That is very high praise, I would have you understand. We English call even the Duke of Wellington a brick."In!
Jacob looked puzzled, but his indignation was already on the ebb.In!
"Vell, it ish no matter. I no tink, before, soltyer mean breek, but it ish no matter."In!
Ben laughed good-naturedly, and seeing that his cousin was tired of talking in English, he turned to his friend of the two languages.In!