“It’s criminal, Kendall, to have to translate German on a day like this. You can’t do justice to it. It needs a thick fog to gargle with. No one can manage a good German pronunciation on a fair day; no one, that is, but a German.” Gerald gathered the books together and sat up. “Thanks be, I’m not a German! Think of going through life having to call an insurance policy a――a――wait a minute!” He opened the dictionary and fluttered the leaves quickly. “Ha! Having to call it a _versicherungsschein_! Wouldn’t that be――well, _niederschlagend_? Wouldn’t it?”