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Veek days he geds down to beesness at eight o'clock at ten o'glock he has coffee and den in a leetle vile he goes home and eats lonch. Den he takes a nap. De cheeldon, dey valk on der toes t'rough de room. "Papa's asleep," dey say. Seex o'glock he come home, beeg deener, he smokes hees pipe, goes to bet, and de same t'ing over again. "'I vork so hard in dese contry. I am a seek man.
I sell you some gloding cheap as dirt." "I don't want any clothing," answered Dick, briefly. "I vos mof next veek, und I sell you a suit for next to nodding," persisted the clothing dealer. "I don't want to buy anything," said Dick, and tried to push past the man. The fellow caught him by the arm. "If you vill only look at dose peautiful suits vot I haf for twelf dollar "
The girl blushed, fumbled with her apron, and then replied, "Vell, you pay me four tollars a veek "Yes, and I really can't pay you any more." "It's not dot," responded the girl; "but I be villing to take tree tollars till till your husband gets vork." Even married life does not affect some people unpleasantly, or take away the fine spirit of their charity.
"Vell, so you come to town," said Tina. "Ya. Ay get a yob," said Bea. "Vell. . . . You got a fella now?" "Ya. Yim Yacobson." "Vell. I'm glat to see you. How much you vant a veek?" "Sex dollar." "There ain't nobody pay dat. Vait! Dr. Kennicott, I t'ink he marry a girl from de Cities. Maybe she pay dat. Vell. You go take a valk." "Ya," said Bea.
My little Jan iss dead, and Carl so sick, and all dat he must be vidout enough to eat, and my Brita vill get a dollar and a half a veek to sew alvays sew and she is pale and coughs. I pray, 'O God, you know I vill not do wrong, but vat shall I do? Show me how, for I am afraid. But it vas all dark. I cannot go home, for I haf not money. I cannot vork but one, maybe two, times a veek.
"Chust you wait, Tom Rofer," answered the German cadet, and shook his fist at his tormentor. "I git square somedimes, or mine name ain't " "Sauerkraut!" finished another cadet, and a roar went up. "Hans, is it true that you eat sauerkraut three times a day when you are at home?" "No, I ton't eat him more as dree dimes a veek," answered Hans, innocently.
Gott in Himmel!" He tore the sheet frantically across and rushed from the shop. In five minutes he reappeared. Raphael was absorbed in reading the last proof. Pinchas plucked timidly at his coat-tails. "You vill put it in next veek?" he said winningly. "I dare say," said Raphael gently. "Ah, promise me. I vill love you like a brother, I vill be grateful to you for ever and ever.
"I to my pest mit dryin' to pe a goot cook. I geep his house so glean as a bin. Vat I don't do, Gott weiss, I don't know it. I ain't esk him for ein tcent already. I ain't drouble him mit pills off of de grocer oder de putcher, oder anny-von. I makes launtry efery veek for some liddle peoples, und mit mine own money I bays my pills.
Unless my topesheet goes pack on me, for deh first dime in forty years dere vill pe a record clip pefore a veek from to-tay." "I am with you there, Ike," answered Joe. "If Barry Conant's knife-edged teeth ever spelt a killin', they do to-day.
De superintendent told me so ven he vas in here last veek buying Christmas presents. I sold him dat old chair you got Hans to put a new leg on. You remember dot chair. Vell, dat vas better as a new von vhen Hans got trough. Hadn't been for you, dot old chair vould be kicking around now, and I vouldn't have de fifteen dollars he paid me for it.
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