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There is no harm in th' Dutch Frinchmin, for thim is such as Napoleon Bonnypart and the like of him, but ye want t' have nawthin' t' do with th' Dago Frinch. They be a bad lot." "There was a Frinchmin askin' would I give him a room and board, this mornin'," said Mrs. Muldoon. Flannery nodded knowingly. "I knowed it!" he cried. "'T was apparent t' me th' minute ye spoke, mam.
And, at the moment, he drew his sheath-knife and made a pretended plunge at Dunn's breast, causing him to send forth a pitiful yell, and retreat to the wharf with quicker movements than he ever thought himself capable of. "Il n'y a pas grand mal cela," said the Frenchman, laughing at Dunn as he stood upon the capsill of the wharf. "Bad luck to ye, a pretty mess a murderous Frinchmin that ye are.
He would be what ye call one of thim specialists. They do be doin' that now, I hear, and 'tis probable th' Frinchmin has fleas for his specialty.
And ye think 't would be a good thing t' let th' little Frinchmin come and take a room?" "'T would be an honour to shake him by th' hand," said Mike Flannery, and so the professor was admitted to the board and lodging of Mrs. Muldoon. The name of the professor who, after a short and unfruitful season at Coney Island, took lodging with Mrs. Muldoon, was Jocolino.
Muldoon, one noon, when Mike came for his lunch, "I know th' opinion ye have of Dagos, and niver a-one have I took into me house, and I think the same of thim meself dirthy things, an' takin' the bread away from th' honest Amercan laborin' man and I would not be thinkin' of takin' one t' board at this day, but would ye tell me this: is a Frinchmin a Dago?"
And agin th' Dutch Frinch I have nawthin' t' say. If he be a Dutch Frinchmin let him come. Was he that?" "Sure, I don't know," said Mrs. Muldoon, perplexed. "He was a pleasant-spoken man, enough. 'T is a professor he is." "There be many kinds of professors," said Mike. "Sure!" agreed Mrs. Muldoon. "This wan is a professor of fleas." Mike Flannery grinned silently at his plate.
Flannery raised his knife and laid down the law with it. "Mrs. Muldoon, mam," he said, "there be two kinds of Frinchmin. There be the respictible Frinchmin, and there be th' unrespictible Frinchmin. They both be furriners, but they be classed different. Th' respictible Frinchmin is no worse than th' Dutch, and is classed as Dutch, but th' other kind is Dagos.
And them they call specialists, and each one knows more about his own kind of insect than any other man in th' world knows. So mebbe the Frinchmin is professor of fleas, as ye say." "I should think a grown man would want to be professor of something bigger than that," said Mrs. Muldoon, "but there's no accountin' for tastes."
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