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"No, I'm not proud of my French, and if mistakes must be made I would rather you made them. I meant isn't this a curious way to go to Germany, if you are tired of travel and in haste to get home?" "I lif not in Jhermany, how could you dthink " "Oh, I fancied the name was German, and " "Yes yes, dthe name, but " "And you look a little German."
Steele, smiling as we pass the Trocadero and draw up at the station. "Qvite right! I am advise by a friend to stay and zee dthe Dthursday bull-fight I dthink I must." He helps us out of the carriage without noticing my unspoken amazement or Mrs. Steele's incredulous, "What nonsense." "I vill put you in dthe train and then come back to zee your dthings come."
Dthey say dthe jackrabbeet and dthe sheep have dthe most leetle /sesos/ how you call dthem brain-es? Ah don't believe dthat, Don Samuel escuse me. Ah dthink people w'at don't keep esmokin' tobacco, dthey bot you weel escuse me, Don Samuel." "Now, what's the use of chewin' the rag, boys," said the untroubled Sam, stooping over to rub the toes of his shoes with a red-and-yellow handkerchief.
The great clumsy fish are floundering about us in schools. "Vhat heafen eyes you haf, Señorita!" "I do believe that's 'San José Joe." I run to the rail. "You know! the huge old shark all covered with barnacles the seamen tell about." "You vill nefer listen," says the Peruvian, plunging his hands far down in his yachtsman's jacket. "I dthink, Señorita, ven you die, and St.
"He tell me I act like I vas Capitan, dthen he call me 'damn. I tell him he vas a coachman!" The Baron looks surprised and a bit resentful at our laughter. "What made you call him a coachman?" Mrs. Steele is the first, as usual, to pull a straight face. "Madame forget I know not all Eenglish vords. I could dthink of nodthing more vorse I vas zo crazy vidth madness." "See the banana plantations!
I'll show you what a good friend a North American can be." "My gude friend haf make my head zo ache I dthink it vill burst." He pushes back his cap, and carries my hand to his forehead; it is very hot and the temples throb under my fingers. "Poor fellow!" I say, hoping with might and main that no one sees. "Shall I send you some eau de Cologne?" "No! no! If you vould gif me your hand again."
"Yes, in mine pawket, and I come dthree steps by a time up here to your door." "Heavens!" I say, "did you want to shoot me?" "No, I vould safe you!" "What was the pistol for?" "You zee a Peruvian vill dthink qvick by a time like zo he vill zay: 'I must safe dthe life of Señorita dthere vill be boats, but dthere vill be many to crowd in and all vill be lost.
"He's afraid to leave us," I think indignantly; "he doesn't want me to tell Mrs. Steele." "Did you notice that great cleft in the mountain we went over?" asks the latter, fanning me gently. "Yes, dthat ees call 'baranca. Señorita seem not to like it." "Neither would Mrs. Steele if she had " "She nefer vould! Madame Steele ees a too vise voman. Vhat you dthink, Madame?
"How absurd!" I say, with what scorn I can command. "Care about what, anyhow?" "Señorita!" The handsome face of the Peruvian looks in at an open window near the far end of the car. A bell rings, the conductor shouts some warning in Spanish. In the din I run to the window and the Baron holds up a bunch of roses. "Dthink dthe best you can of me, Blanca; I vill loaf you all my life."
Dthey say dthe jackrabbeet and dthe sheep have dthe most leetle sesos how you call dthem brain-es? Ah don't believe dthat, Don Samuel escuse me. Ah dthink people w'at don't keep esmokin' tobacco, dthey bot you weel escuse me, Don Samuel." "Now, what's the use of chewin' the rag, boys," said the untroubled Sam, stooping over to rub the toes of his shoes with a red-and-yellow handkerchief.
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