She was plump and pink-faced, with thick yellow hair neatly done.

A broad white apron protected her dress of light blue.
"A stein of Pilsener, Minna," said Dave, "and for the boy, let's see.
How would you like, a nice cold bottle of pop, Doctor ?" "Yes, sir," said Wilbur.

"Strawberry pop." Herman looked up from his game, though in the midst of warm utterance in his native tongue at the immediate perverse fall of the cards.
"I guess you git the young one a big glass milk, mamma--yes?
Better than pop for young ones.

Pop is belly wash." "Yes, ma'am," said Wilbur to Minna, though he would have preferred the pop by reason of its colour and its vivacious prickling; and you could have milk at home.
"And I tell you, Minna," said Dave.

"Bread and butter and cheese, lots of it, rye bread and pumpernickel and Schweitzerkase and some pickles and radishes, _nicht wahr_ ?" "Yes," said Minna, "all!" and moved on to the bar.