He admitted that it was true; but after considering the subject deeply, and dividing the deliberations between his pipe and a little wooden bear on the table his regular oracle and friend he suddenly burst forth in the following beautiful illustration of philology by theology: "Rya, I pens you the purodirus lav for a leaf an' that's a holluf.
An' the chillico was a dove, 'cause dove-us is like Duvel, an' pash o' the Duvel an' Duvel's chillico. So the dove mukkered avree an' jalled round the tem till he latchered the puvius; for when he dickered a tan an' lelled a holluf-leaf, he jinned there was a tem, an' hatched the holluf apopli to his Duvel.
An' when yuv's Duvel jinned there was a tem, he kaired bitti tiknos an' foki for the tem an' I don't jin no more of it. Kekoomi. An' that is a wery tidy little story of the leaf, and it sikkers that the holluf was the first leaf. Tacho." "Sir, I will tell you the oldest word for a leaf and that is an olive.