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a dipper a _tin-kup_," said Gilbert Brown. "Yes," chimed in Willy Snow, "and he asks, 'Is school _took up_?' just as if it was knitting-work that was on needles." "How he rolls his r's!" said Peter Grant. "You can't say hor-r-se the way he does! I'll bet _the ain't_ a boy can do it, unless it's a Cahoojack." Peter meant _Hoosier_. "Well, I wouldn't be seen saying _hoss_," returned Horace, with some spirit; "that's _Yankee_." "I guess the Yankees are as good as the Cahoojacks: wasn't your mother a Yankee?" "Yes," faltered Horace; "she was born up north here, in the Frigid Zone; but she isn't so much relation to me as my father is, for her name wasn't Clifford. She wouldn't have been _any_ relation to me if she hadn't married my father!" One or two of the larger boys laughed at this speech, and Horace, who could never endure ridicule, stole quietly away. "Now, boys, you behave," said Edward Snow, Willy's older brother; "he's a smart little fellow, and it's mean to go to hurting his feelings. Come back here, Spunky Clifford; let's have a game of _hi spy_!" Horace was "as silent as a stone." "He don't like to be called Spunky Clifford," said Johnny Bell; "do you, Horace?" "The reason I don't like it," replied the boy, "is because it's not my name." "Well, then," said Edward Snow, winking to the other boys, "won't you play with us, _Master Horace_?" "I'll not go back to be laughed at," replied he, stoutly: "when I'm home I play with Hoosier boys, and they're politer than Yankees." "'Twas only those big boys," said Johnny Bell; "now they've gone off. Come, let's play something." "I should think you'd be willing for us to laugh," added honest little Willy Snow; "we can't help it, you talk so funny. We don't mean anything." "Well," said Horace, quite restored to good humor, and speaking with some dignity, "you may laugh at me one kind of a way, but if you mean _humph_ when you laugh, I won't stand it." "_Woon't_ stand it!" echoed Peter Grant; "ain't that Dutch?" "Dutch?" replied Horace: "I'll show you what _Dyche_ is! We have a _Dyche_ teacher come in our school every day, and he stamps his foot and tears round! 'Sei ruhig,' he says: that means, 'hush your mouth and keep still.'" "Is he a Jew, and does he stay in a synagogue?" "No, he is a German _Luteran_, or a Dutch _Deformed_, or something that way." "What do you learn in?" said Johnny Bell. "Why, in little German Readers:
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