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Undt te minudt you shpeak, udt choost come to me like a flash o' lightenin' 'Udt iss Misses Richlin'!" The speaker's companion gave her such attention as one may give in a crowd to words that have been heard two or three times already within the hour. "Yes, Alice," she said, once or twice to the little one, who pulled softly at her skirt asking confidential questions.
I am choost like an ox for three days, und chew grass. Prairie grass, is it?" "Mo pas capab', Michie," said the cook, with a terrified roll of his white eyes. "Herr Gott!" cried Swein Poulsson, "I am red face. Aber Herr Gott, I thank thee I am not a nigger. Und my hair is bristles, yes. Let us in the kitchen go."
"Dondt you vool von minute mit dod Edelheim. I dells you vot I do. I harf choost a blace vacant down in Zender Streed, and your frient he shall it haf." So they chatted till all the details had been arranged. Dennis was to go in as caretaker, bound to use only Bohlmann's beer, with a percentage on that, and the profits on all else.
One day Monsieur Vigo's young Creole clerk stood shrugging his shoulders in the doorway. I stopped. "By tam!" Swein Poulsson was crying to the clerk, as he waved a worthless scrip above his head. "Vat is money?" This definition the clerk, not being a Doctor Johnson, was unable to give offhand. "Vat are you, choost?
Then he would stroll languidly down to the shop. The old German would thrust out his chin, and blink at him over his glasses. And he always greeted Jonah with one of two set phrases: "Ah, you haf come, haf you? I vas choost going to advertise for a man." This meant that work was plentiful.
The Teuton rinsed his beer glasses with a vicious twirl as he exclaimed: "Like as not, choost so like, he's up to some new devilment! Niemand know vere 'e hangs out! He's a wonder, he is, dat same Fritz!" But the pharmacist lost all his sedateness as he sprang out of the crosstown car after his transfer at Fourteenth Street and Fourth Avenue.
Richling insisted, in the face of much scepticism on the part of the baker's widow, that he felt better, was better, and would go on getting better, now that the weather was cool once more. "Well, I hope you vill, Mr. Richlin', dtat's a fect. 'Specially ven yo' vife comin'. Dough I could a-tooken care ye choost tso koot as vot she couldt."
I used often to drop in there to see if he had anything new, and he would come up to see me, to tell me his troubles and keep my dissecting-table supplied with interestingly diseased dead beasts and birds. One day he came up in a state of great excitement, with a very dead and dilapidated parrot in his hand. "Choost look, Dogdor; here's one of dose measley new pollies I god in from Zingapore.
Even I titn't saw vhere it iss gone. Hmm! Hmm! I am sorry! "Undt dot door kit shtuck! Hmm! Undt dot vindow iss not right made. Hmm! "I tidn't vant to do dot you know? Hmm! I am sorry! Ach, mine Gott! she rice oop scaredt in t'e bedt, choost so!" Thus round and round. What to do for him I did not know!
In leaving a box of candy, saved for him from the Christmas tree, was given him. "You will come again, Mr. Stirling?" said Mrs. Bohlmann, warmly. "Thank you," said Peter. "I shall be very glad to." "Yah," said Mr. Bohlmann. "You coom choost as ofden as you blease." Peter took his dress-suit to a tailor the next day, and ordered it to be taken in.
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