On Sunday the entire family went to the village church and the visitors accompanied them. In the afternoon the boys inspected their outfits and took it easy. Fred and Hans sent letters home, stating they had arrived safely, and the Rovers sent letters to Cedarville.
"Hans, while you are in camp, don't forget to take a picture of the Pluibuscus," said Tom. "They don't charge to take those."
"Vot is dot?" asked Hans innocently.
"What, didn't you ever see a Pluibuscus!" demanded Tom, in astonishment. "It's a sort of a Cantonoko, only larger. They live in holes, like bears, only they have four wings, located between the sixth and the seventh legs."
"Mine cracious, Dom, vot you talkin' apout, ennavay?" demanded the German boy. "I ton't know no animals vot got legs and vings alretty. Vos da very pig?"
"No, they are not pigs."
"Vot? I tidn't say pig. I say vos da pig—pig—pig. Ton't you understand?"
"Sure I understand They are not pigs."
"Dot ain't it at all. I say vos da pig—so pig or so pig?" And the German boy put out his hands, first close together and then wide apart.
"Oh, you mean large?"
"Yah, dot's him."
