Tat's teh 'shteam prate'. I to-undt know for vot effrapotty puys tat prate annahow! Ovver you yoost vait dtill you see mine prate!" "Mr. Bison," said Narcisse, "Mr. Bison," he had been trying to stop him and get in a word of his own, but could not, "I don't know if you Mr. Mr. Bison, in fact, you din unde'stood me.
"I alvayss like to oplyche a yendleman," he smiled benignly, drew out a toothpick, and added, "ovver I nivveh bporrah or lend to ennabodda." "An' then," said Narcisse, promptly, "'tis imposs'ble faw anybody to be offended. Thass the bess way, Mr. Bison." "Yayss," said the baker, "I tink udt iss." As they were parting, he added: "Ovver you vait dtill you see mine prate!" "I'll do it, seh! And, Mr.