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"Well, one day when I was particular hankering for to be gregarious with something more loquacious than a lamp post, a fellow in a caffy says to me, says he: "'Nice day! "He was a kind of a manager of the place, and I reckon he'd seen me in there a good many times. He had a face like a fish and an eye like Judas, but I got up and put one arm around his neck.
It is something in the hair of the Bollyvards, I suppose! And the caffy life excites my nerves." "Then you shouldn't go there," said Britta gravely, though her eyes twinkled with repressed fun. "It can't be good for you. And, oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Briggs, to think that you are ever wicked!" And she laughed. "It's not for long," explained Briggs, with a comically satisfied, yet penitent, look.
Then he began to sing in a rather feeble voice: "Let the Frenchy sip his cognac in his caffy, Let the Cossack gulp his kvass and usquebaugh; Let the Prussian grenadier Swill his dinkle-doonkle beer, And the Yankee suck his cocktail through a straw, Through a straw, And the Yankee suck his cocktail through a straw.
"A gen'l'man, ol' Antone, which every caffy keeper ain't an' because he's a gen'l'man, and because some others ain't " Sam looked around to see if Argand was getting that "because some others ain't because some others ain't, I say an' I could name 'em, too, if I wanted I could, yes."
He vamoosed and left Ross down there alone, with his two prisoners and the lights likely to be turned out on him. So I offered the caffy as a calaboose. They are sure in for a long and tedious night." Lee was alarmed at her mother's appearance. "You must go to bed. You look ghastly." "I reckon I'd better lie down for a little while, but I can't sleep. Ross may need me.
"All right," said Billy, "if it's against the rules. I wonder if 'twould do to send my friend Van Duyckink a bottle? No? Well, it'll flow all right at the caffy to-night, just the same. It'll be rubber boots for anybody who comes in there any time up to 2 A. M." Billy McMahan was happy. He had shaken the hand of Cortlandt Van Duyckink.
When I got out 'ere, an' took my fust place at Cape Town, an' 'eard the Missis and the Master continual sayin', 'Don't do this or that, it ain't Englishwomen's work; leave it to the Caffy, or 'Call the 'Ottintot gal, I felt quite 'urt for 'em. Upon me natural, I did! But when I knoo these blackies a bit better, I didn't make no more bones.
"Can't I take your place?" asked Lee Virginia, pity deepening in her heart as she caught the look of suffering on her mother's face. "No; you better keep out o' the caffy. It ain't a fit place for you. Fact is, I weren't expecting anything so fine as you are. I laid awake till three o'clock last night figurin' on what to do. I reckon you'd better go back and give this outfit up as a bad job.
The men at Oxford asked, "Did he come in the 'One Hoss Shay'?" the name of his most familiar poem in the lighter vein. The whole visit to England pleased and wearied him. He likened it to the shass caffy of Mr. Henry Foker the fillip at the end of the long banquet of life. He went to see the Derby, for he was fond of horses, of racing, and, in a sportsmanlike way, of boxing.
"Leave it to the driver, Jeff maybe he'll believe him," said Cousin Egbert almost sadly, whereupon the other addressed the cabby: "Hey, Frank," he began, and continued with some French words, among which I caught "vooley-vous, ally caffy, foomer"; and something that sounded much like "kafoozleum," at which the cabby spoke at some length in his native language concerning the ostrich.
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