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"At a word, then, to make the matter as simple as possible, and as fair as possible, I'll tell you what I'll give or take." "Vell?" "Of course, it would not be fair for the one who goes out to commence the same business. I would not do it. There should be a written agreement to this effect." "Yes. Vell, vat vill you give or dake?" "I'll give or take three thousand dollars; I don't care which."
You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You call yourself a man, Jim Hayward, and an honest lime- burner, and a respectable, market-keeping Christen, and yet at six o'clock this morning, instead o' being where you ought to ha' been at your work, there was neither vell or mark o' thee to be seen! 'Faith, I don't know what you are raving at, said Jim.
And werry vell you're a-doing vith it, for both of us." "I do my best, Jarsper." "V'ich couldn't be bettered, Dick. Then look how you 'elp me vith my cases." "Do I, Jarsper?" said the Corporal, his blue eyes shining. "That you do, Dick. And now I've got another case as I'm a-vaiting for, a extra-special Capital case it is too!" "Another murder, Jarsper?"
"Vell, he do seem to 'ave 'ad the honour of my acquaintance some'ow," returned the boy, whose tone of banter quickly passed away. "What d'ee call 'im?" "Dumps," said I. "That won't do. Has he a vite spot on the bridge of 'is nose?" asked the boy earnestly. "I really cannot tell. It is not long " "Here, Punch, come here!" called the boy, interrupting.
"How can I know?" he echoed, with a glance of almost superhuman wisdom. "In coorse I know by the powers of obserwation. That old gal, Mrs Willis, is a good old thing as good as gold. Vell, a good mother is always cocksure to 'ave a good darter specially ven she's a only darter so the mother o' Edie bein' good, Edie herself must be good, don't you see?
"How is the old gentleman, this evening, Hans?" the principal asked, with some little concern in his manner. "I hope he and his company have supped?" "Vell, t'at is more t'an I can tell you, Mr. Guert. He look't more as like himself, when he hat the horse t'ieves from New Englant taken up, t'an he hast for many a tay. 'Twas most too pat, Mr. Guert, to run away wit' the Mayor's own supper!
"Vell, it ain't difficult to guess that a young feller 'as bin 'avin' a swim w'en you see the 'air of 'is 'ead hall vet, an' 'is pocket-'ankercher lookin' as if it 'ad done dooty for a towel, not to mention 'is veskit 'avin' bin putt on in a 'urry, so as the buttons ain't got into the right 'oles, you see!" Miles laughed, and resumed his bread and cheese. "You are observant, I perceive," he said.
Yours might be one of the first of the lot." "Vell," said the German, "is dat de vay you look at the question?" "It's a fact, isn't it?" "Yes, I s'pose it is. But I didn't tink dat vas de first ding for a man like you to tink about ven you vas talkin' about a feller dat has broke off all his bad habits and is tryin' to be yoost right." The deacon felt awkward for a moment.
I remember a line of poetry, learnt in my earliest youth, and which I believe to have emanated from a sentimental Frenchman, a man of genius, with whom my parents were acquainted. It is as follows: Are you go? Is you gone? And I left? Vera vell! Now the whole business of a farewell is contained in that line.
"A mere medal is nothing to Miss Steele, I bet," said Bobby, the emphatic. "I expect she has a trunk full of 'em. Like the German army officer who had his chest covered with iron crosses and medals and the like. Somebody asked him how he came to get them all. "'Vell, he said, pointing to the biggest and shiniest medal, 'I got dot py meestake; undt dey gif me de odders pecause I got dot one!"
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