Grassie: Oh, Blandfordia! The Sønheic teacher’s here.
Blan: Ooh! How are you doing?
Grassie: Wonderful! But there’s one thing I know — Hedge could never learn Sønheic. She’d be worn out in a half hour.
Blan: Is it that difficult?
Grassie: Oh yes!
Whenever the teacher says thank you I’m so far from the chair.
Blan: . . . Well, honey, I think you’d better get back to the lesson.
Say, Hibby — you studied Sønheic in school. What does “Thank you” mean?
Hibby: Blan, I’m trying to read some important literature right now.
Blan: All I’m asking is what does thank you mean!
Hibby: Aw, Blan, sit down!
Blan: . . . ! Gee, Grassie was making sense after all.
Ms. Riisgård: Mrs. Dubois, we must waste no time. I can only give you a week for lessons.
Grassie: Oh, that’s sweet! You really think I can learn the whole language in a week?
Ms. Riisgård: It’s not that! I’m in Ceannis on a temporary visa. In eight days it expires, and I go back to Sønheim.
Grassie: Oh! Well, I’ll go down to the immigration office and take care of it for you.
Ms. Riisgård: I don’t think that you can . . .
Grassie: Leave it to me! Once I’m through, you’ll be saying oy vey all over again.