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"It isn't everybody who, like you, would stick by his employer at the risk of his neck." "You is more dan my employer, py chiminy, you voss mein friendt," exclaimed Geisler. "I aindt forgot it dot time dat no vun vouldt gif me a chob pecos dey dink I been vun pig vool. Vot didt you do, den? You proved yourself anudder fooll py gifing me a chob. Dink you, den, I run from dis, my dearie-o?
One cadet held a candle, while Sam and Tom blackened the face of the sleeping victim of the joke. The burnt cork was in excellent condition and soon William Philander looked for all the world like a coal-black darkey. "Py chimanatics, he could go on der stage py a nigger minstrel company," was Hans Mueller's comment. "Makes almost a better nigger than he does a white man," said Tom, dryly.
Py dat time he vos vhistling and singin' alretty, like nodings efer happen. Ve had de big fire roarin', I tell you, and vhen I say again he safe my life he yoost laugh like it is a fine yoke an' say: 'Oh, shut up, Stefan, ve're a pair big fools to get upset, anyvays. And some tay you do yoost same ting for me, I bet. And now now I can do nodings nodings at all."
"Goot rost benuts ish incite, nein sents a quoort. Shtep in unt py." The English translation followed: "Good roost peanuts is inside, nine cents a quart. Step in and by." Bessie and I were inwardly amused, but did not let it appear to the admiring children. Allie, however, had her own misgivings as to the absolute correctness of the sign, and said, doubtfully,
Wonderful to say, he escaped unhurt, but the boys will probably not soon let him hear the last of, "Py Gott, I've no patience mit you. "The Tenth Kentucky, by the queerest luck in the world, was matched against the Rebel Ninth Kentucky. The commanders of the two regiments were brothers-in-law, and the men relatives, friends, acquaintances and schoolmates.
"Oh, Miss Connie, was it?" repeated the stableman, in quite another tone. "Then that settles it, sir." And it did. "So I owes dis 'ere 'ome to 'Miss Connie, does I?" remarked Buck to himself. "Den if dis is so, I's good for payin' of her fer it." Only he pronounced "pay" "py."
"There's no tanger of that," said Mr. Owen ap Jones; "for your mother, like a wise ooman, writes me here, that py the atvice of your cardian, to oom she is coing to be married, she will not pring you home to Ireland till I send her word you are perfect in your Enclish crammer at least." "I have my lesson perfect, sir," said Dominick, taking his grammar up from the floor; "will I say it now?"
As he was going up to the door of the little tobacco shop a raucous voice within was saying, "That's what's doo on the byeby, and till you can py up you needn't be a-kemmin' 'ere no more." At the next moment a young woman crossed him on the threshold. She was a little slender thing, looking like a flower that has been broken by the wet.
He wants to make money out of it." "Vere do ve gat oop on dat?" asked the Hollander, sorely. "Ve vas dere mit 'im, und vas ve in de museum, py damage? Dot shkvarehet be'n't de only wrider?" I shuddered at the possible good fortune. I transfixed him with a sharp eye. "Steve," I asked gentry, "did you keep a log? Pour yourself a considerable modicum of the Hollands and smoke another cigar."
Olsen kissed her pale cheek with a resounding smack. "Mens is fonny sometimes," she said. "If tings isn't all right like you expect mebbe at Papineau's you come back here soon as you finish vhat you haf to do at Roaring Rifer. I haf anodder bed I can fix up in de back room real easy. Good py, ma'am, and look out careful for your nose!" With this incomprehensible bit of advice Mrs.
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