Delawarian

They each shook his hand, and he said, in a friendly, grumbly Delawarian accent, Good hello.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

He bowed, putting his hands over his eyes, in the Delawarian gesture of respect.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

Otherwise, the Delawarian Resistance did not seem entirely happy to see the kids.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

There was the sound of music—Delawarian rock from boom boxes and old tunes from streetside fiddlers and accordion players—and there was cheering.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

The other day when I ordered a succulent Delawarian delicacy—flying squirrel on Triscuits—he slapped me with his order pad.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

He bowed, putting his hands over his eyes, in the Delawarian gesture of respect.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

There was the sound of music—Delawarian rock from boom boxes and old tunes from streetside fiddlers and accordion players—and there was cheering.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

I had the help of a battered Doverian/English dictionary and a nice waiter at our local Delawarian restaurant, the Blue Hen Pantry.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

They each shook his hand, and he said, in a friendly, grumbly Delawarian accent, Good hello.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010

I had the help of a battered Doverian/English dictionary and a nice waiter at our local Delawarian restaurant, the Blue Hen Pantry.

Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger! M. T. Anderson 2010