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"You can't eat no dinner? Sure you gotta eat your dinner. You can't live if you don't eat. Come along now, Maw." "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!" T-S went and stood before her, and a grin came over his face. "Sure, now, ain't it fine? Say, Mary, look at dem lovely curves. Billy, shoost look here! Vy, she looks like a kid again, don't she! Madame, you're a daisy you sure deliver de goods."

"T'morrer mornin', Joel!" said Mr. Shrig, taking up the reins; and flicking the horse, away we went at a sharp trot. "Do you propose to stay the night at Tonbridge, Mr. Shrig?" "Vy it's all accordin' to Number Vun, sir. Number Vun set out for Tonbridge but might be goin' further; v'ether 'e does or no, depends on Number Two." "I fear I do not understand you, Mr. Shrig."

"And apparently you got none." "No," said Sugarman, growing wroth at the recollection. "He said ve are not in Poland." "Quite true." "Yes, but I gave him an answer he didn't like," said Sugarman. "I said, and ven ve are not in Poland mustn't ve keep none of our religion?" His tone changed from indignation to insinuation. "Vy vill you not let me get you a vife, Mr. Hyams?

A couple of canaries sang in a cage by the window, the half-drawn curtains only permitted the most delicate light to steal into the room, and in short the whole arrangement reflected the utmost credit on his ingenious friend. The Baron was delighted, but a little puzzled. “Vat for are zese fishes and ze canaries?” he asked. “To show your love of nature.” “Vy so?”

"Excuse me," remarked the German actor, softly, "but vy iss it necessary dot I rescue him?" "Why he can't rescue himself," declared Mr. Pertell. "You've got to do it." "No, dot I did not mean. I meant dot as Herr Towne iss alretty wet and muddy, dot he could as vell do der rescue act." "That's so. It will be better!" said the manager. "I didn't think of that. I'll have Towne do it.

'Vy we 'ave Rumbleton in, replied Leather, thoughtfully, stroking down his hair as he spoke, 'and we 'ave Jack o'Lanthorn in, and we 'ave the Camel in, and there's the little Hirish oss with the sprig tail Jack-a-Dandy, as I calls him, and the Flyer will be in to-night, he's just out a hairing, as it were, with old Mr. Callipash. 'Ah, Rumbleton won't do for Mr.

Vy you go to him in secret? Vy you stay and talk so long? I not understand." "He sent for me; he wished me to aid him in a business matter." The other stared incredulous, her form growing rigid with gathering suspicion that this fair American was only endeavoring to make her a fool through the use of soft speech. The white teeth gleamed again maliciously.

Polly sat forlornly on a high stool and munched her crackers until Swartz returned. "No good," he said. "Mendoza's sick and he won't let nobody else drive de car. You better go stay mit de old lady." "All right," said the girl, rising. "I suppose I can leave my trunk on your back porch?" "Vy not? Ain't it der station? Vere should you leaf it?" replied Swartz, hospitably.

"I pelief me," nodded Dunnerwurst soberly. "Your advice vill took me." A few moments later he announced that he was ready, and Bob Bubbs stepped out as the first batter. Hans hit Bob with the first ball pitched, and Kilgore, who was umpiring, sent Towser to first. "Vy did you not dotge?" demanded Dunnerwurst, in exasperation. "Any vun vould pelief der ball did not see you coming.

"I never heard that he did, but you can't understand why the Indians hate him as they do. I've heard that Tecumseh offered a dozen horses, and I don't know how much wampum and other presents, to the warrior who would bring back his scalp. But I've no doubt he had to send out a proclamation taking back the offer." "Vy vosn't dot?"