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"Sadie and Isidore, did you dare to interfere with the life, the liberty and the happiness of our cherished young friend, Eva Gonorowsky? Did you dare?" "No ma'an," said Sadie with a sob. "It's a lie!" said Isidore with a snuffle. "Did you, Isidore, allow yourself to be tempted by beauty to such inconceivable depravity as to blacken Eva's eye?" "No ma'an. Self done it."
"Teacher, yiss ma'an; it's for boys," he cried as he felt her arms about him, and saw that in her eyes, too, "stands tears." "It's polite you kisses me a kiss over that for ladies' present." Late that night Teacher sat in her pretty room for she was, unofficially, a greatly pampered young person and reviewed her treasures.
No ma'an, I ain't never seen it: I don't know where is it even, but oh! it could to be awful pretty!" "Yes, honey, it is," said Teacher. "Very, very pretty. When I was a little girl I lived in the country." "All day?" asked Morris. "Yes, all day." "Und all night?" "Yes, dear." "Oh, poor Miss Bailey," crooned Eva. "It could to be a awful sickness what you had." "No, I was very well.
"Teacher fools," he chuckled. "Larks ain't singin' in skies." "How do you know?" asked Miss Bailey. "'Cause we got a lark by our house. It's a from tin lark mit a cover." "A tin lark! With a cover!" Miss Bailey exclaimed. "Are you sure, dear, that you know what you are talking about?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an, I know," Morris began deliberately. "My papa, he has a lark.
But say, Teacher, Missis Bailey, horses ain't like cats." "No, dear, I know; that was a wicked horse." "Yiss ma'an; I guess you don't know 'bout horses. You said boys should make all times what is loving mit horses, but horses don't make what is lovin' mit boys. Und my mamma she says it's a foolishness you should make what is lovin' mit somebody sooner somebody don't make what is loving mit you."
"And now, Eva, will you tell me why Sadie has been doing all these naughty things?" "Teacher, I don't know." "Oh, yes; you do!" "No ma'an; I don't. I could swear if I do. I kiss up to God." She wafted a kiss towards the ceiling. "I got all times a kind feelin' over Sadie, on'y she wouldn't to be glad on me.
"Yiss ma'an, from sure gold nut " "But his hand. Are you sure about his hand?" "I seen it," said Nathan. "I seen how comes blood on the sidewalk. I seen how comes a great big all of people. I seen how comes Morris's mamma und hollers like a fair theayter. I seen how comes Patrick Brennan's papa he's a cop und he makes come the amb'lance.
"Ach, mine little boy!" she wailed. "Mine arme little Morris!" And "arme little Morris" the neighbours echoed. "Morris Mogilewsky?" asked Miss Bailey. "Yes ma'an," answered Mr. Brennan with a shrug. "Yes ma'an," cried the neighbours in shrill chorus. "Yes ma'an," wailed the woman. "Mine Morris. They makes I shouldn't to see him. They takes him here the while he gets killed off of a horse."
He returned to the from-silk apron, wound a short arm round the white collar, and sobbed: "Teacher, yiss ma'an, you'm got a Krisht nose. But don't you care, no one couldn't never to know like you ain't a for sure Sheeny the while you got such terrible Sheeny eyes. Oh, but they couldn't never to think you're a Krisht. Und say, don't you have a frightened. I wouldn't never to tell nobody. Never.
Now Ma'an bin Zaidah went forth one day to the chase with his company, and they came upon a herd of gazelles; so they separated in pursuit and Ma'an was left alone to chase one of them. So he remounted and riding up to the new- comer, saluted him and asked him, "Whence comest thou?" Asked Ma'an, "How much dost thou hope to get of him?"; and the Badawi answered, "A thousand dinars."
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