Windrank. Listen to me, good Sirs! Let's be friends now, and have
some fun, and I'll tell you about Americky.

German. Are you going to blame us of Lubeck for what the Germans
did?

Dane. Oh, mercy, I was talking of the Germans only--

Windrank. Listen, good Sirs, what's the use of quarrelling? (To
the Tavern-keeper.) Four noggins of gin! Now let's be calm and
agreeable, and I'll tell you of Americky. (They are served.)

German (sipping). A noble drink! Think of it, good Sirs, how
everything is advancing. To-day the grain is growing in the
field--

Windrank. And to-morrow it's made into wine. I wonder who first
found out how it's done?

German. Beg your pardon, but that's a German invention. I call it
invention, because you discover Americky.

Windrank. And the Germans never make any discoveries?

German. 'Sdeath!

Windrank. Now, now! You're no German, you said.

Dane (to the German). Can you tell the who invented the story