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Yes. I goin' mek for you myself one anisette and one café royale ver' fine. Ah! I lak treat my fren' nize. Yes. Plis come in this way." Madame led them into the little back room, into which she sometimes invited the especially favoured of her customers. In two comfortable armchairs, by a big window that opened upon the courtyard, she placed them, with a low table between.

He carried a toast to the charming Ethel, another to the charming Mistriss Laura, another to his good fren', his brave frren', his 'appy fren', Pendennis 'appy as possessor of such a wife, 'appy as writer of works destined to the immortality, etc. etc. The little children round about clapped their happy little hands, and laughed and crowed in chorus.

"No," replied the Pole deprecatingly, shrugging his shoulders and spreading out his hands, "I haf not seen her. If she come here, I shut the door upon her. I say, 'I vil haf no runaway wives here. My fren, before you vos marrit did not I say, a truant daughter make a truant wife. She haf left me first, now she haf left you."

"La now, Chunk," she replied, coming back, "ef I wuz lookin' fer a fool I des stay right yere. Ef you git a pa'r ob steps en look in my face you'd see I'se bettah fren' ter you ner you ter me. You stay yere en I brings you w'at you tink a heap on mor'n me," and now she darted away with intentions satisfactory to her strategic admirer.

"No," sez I, getting up and lookin under the seet, "whare is she?" "It's hear it's everywhares," he sed. Sez I, "Why how you tawk!" and I gut up agin & lookt all round. "I must say, my fren," I continnered, as I resoomed my seet, "that I kan't see nothin of no krisis myself."

I say, 'Mass'r Cap'n, I'se got big news fer yer. Den he wide awake sho' 'nuff, an' tuck me one side, an' I tole him all. 'What's yer name? he says. 'Zeb Borden, I answers. Den he say: 'Zeb, you've been a good fren'. Ef I win de fight in de mawnin' you shell hab your liberty.

Not only was she black, but she was fat and slovenly. Staring at the new-comer, she exclaimed with a mouth full of gum: "Say, is you another fren' o' Mr. Cheffinsky?" "Chuff!" was the password that flashed through Clo's brain. "This is where he lives!" She was triumphant. "I don't know anything about Mr.

Senor D'Hemecourt, Mayor Shanghness', when he talkin' wi' me he usin' hore-a name o the t-thime-a!" "My fren'," said M. D'Hemecourt, rising and speaking with labored control, "I muz tell you good nighd. You 'ave sooprise me a verry gred deal.

He was to furnish us riding animals at ten dollars each per day; and agreed to transport our baggage at six dollars a hundredweight. The padrone stood aside, smiling cheerfully. "I ver' good fren'? Eh?" he demanded. "My son," said Talbot with feeling, "you're a gentleman and a scholar; indeed, I would go farther and designate you as a genuine lallapaloozer!"

Captain Peterson undertakes to have no one on board speaking English. And your crew, my fren'?" "My crew comes from Sun'land. Men that only speak English, and precious little of that," replied Captain Cable. He had his finger on the chart, but paused and looked up, fixing his bright glance on the face of the white-haired gentleman.