"And a sponge? Here, I say: I wonder whether old Morningstar has got any sponges: we'll buy one. New boots, too: mine are getting like Paddy's ride in the sedan-chair; I'm on the ground." "All in good time, little un; all in good time: the first thing now is breakfast for our good old visitor." "Ah, we'll have another spoonful of coffee in the pot this morning, Joe." The old trader met them at breakfast and smiled as he shook hands. "Ach ten!" he cried, "but you haf geschlafen wohl, mein vrient. Der beace of mind is a goot ding. You are besser. You need not speak, for your eyes are delling me all der dime what dey dink, bube." "I'm sure he's better," said Dyke eagerly. "Und he vill zoon be guite himselfs again. I zee you half been do mein oxen, Van Dyke." "Oh yes, I had a look at them; they were feeding well." "Ja; die poys dell me zo. Now I go do ask you do let me shday dill do-morrow, und den die peasts vill pe rested, und I go on again." "Don't hurry, Herr Morgenstern," said Emson. "You and I must have a long talk about--about--" "Die shdones? Nein, mein good vrient, you go do zay you must share zom mid me, but I zhall dake none. Look at me: I am zeventy jahrs alt, und I have blenty do leave my old vomans ven I die, zo should I dake what vill do you zo much good?" "But we owe everything to you." "Nein. It ist not zo. You have work hart, und you have got your goot dimes ad last. You keep vot you haf found. I zhall dake noding bood die hant of mein vrients." "Oh, but you ought to have a good share, Herr Morgenstern," cried Dyke. "Ach ten! what for you go shpeak like dot, you bube. You wand to make me gross, und get in a big passion. Tunder! No, I vill dot dake von shingle shdone. You shpeak again, I go away in a gross anger. Aha! you see, mein vrient Yoseph, I zoon zed die dot imbudend bube, who go to shpoil my breakfass. I do not wand my breakfass shpoil. You oondershtan. You say diamont again, I gall my poys, und inspan und go away." He frowned, as if he meant all he said, went on eating fiercely for a few moments, and then with his mouth full: "I have blenty," he cried, "und I am glad you have blendy, doo. Now, von vort, von leedle vort, und I haf done. You dake a long shdocking und pud die shdones in, and den you vind all you gan. You make mooch as you gan before die beoble gom. It is got to be know dot dere are blenty diamonts in der veldt, und tousands und tousands gom to vind. Vell, you are virst; you pick oop all you gan pefore dey gom, und nopody know, for you shoot oop your mouth and hold your dongue. Wise man don't cry `Look here!' when he vind. He go und vind again, eh? Dot is all, und I have enshoy der bess breakfass I effer vas haf." "But, really, Morgenstern."