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Updated: May 16, 2025
In the 1st. place they's a whole lot of words in French that they's no difference you might say between them from the way we say it like beef steak and beer because Lee asked him if suppose we went in somewheres and wanted a steak and bread and butter and beer and the French for and is und so we would say beef steak und brot mit butter schmieren und bier and that's all they is to it and I can say that without looking at the paper where we wrote it down and you can see I have got that much learned all ready so I wouldn't starve and when you want to call a waiter you call him kellner so you see I could go in a place in Paris and call a waiter and get everything I wanted.
I brot my clothes and a pencil and I stayed at an empty hous to-night. Marjorie put the paper back into the envelope with a sigh. "That doesn't tell us a whole lot, does it?" she observed. "Except that we know now for sure that the girl that old woman described at the empty house was Frieda." "But what does she mean about a girl insulting her?" asked Miss Phillips, in a puzzled tone.
"'No, says she, 'our crock ov love was niver dhrained. "I brot a candle in an' stuck it in th' sconce so 's I cud see 'er face." "'We might haave done betther, says she, 'but sich a wee house, so many childther an' so little money. "'We war i' hard up, says I. "'We wor niver hard up in love, wor we? "'No, Anna, says I, 'but love dizn't boil th' kittle.
"I elude, sir, to the unjustafiable use which has been made of my name in your Journal, where both my muccantile speclations and the HINMOST PASHSN OF MY ART have been brot forrards in a ridicklus way for the public emusemint. "What call, sir, has the public to inquire into the suckmstansies of my engagements with Miss Mary Hann Oggins, or to meddle with their rupsher?
When she looked around she said: "Who 's this kind man come in to help, Jamie?" "He's a farmer," Jamie said, "an' he's brot ye a pint ov nice fresh milk!" The man had filled a cup with milk and put it to Anna's lips. She refused. "He's dying," she said, pointing to the boy, who lay limp on the lap of a neighbor. The child was drowsy and listless. They gave him the cup of milk.
And what cood the likes of me do then seeing as ow I was obligated by the forth comanment to honor my father and mother, wich however if it wasent that she was ded leving me a horphand there woodent av been none of this trobbel. If she ad livd Mr. Pindargrasp Ide av been brot hup honest, and thats what I weps for.
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