"I have been trading with him twenty--thirty years now.

The old fox.

And I have tried.

Bah!" He stretched out a short, podgy leg and contemplated the bare instep and the grass slipper hanging by the toes.

"You can't make him drunk ?" he would add, after a pause of stertorous breathing.
"No, Mr.Hudig, I can't really," protested Willems, earnestly.
"Well, don't try.