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Updated: May 4, 2025
"No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt?
"Nothin' to-day," said Mary, quickly and nervously. "You ask-a meesis." "She don't want anything," the girl quavered. "You ask-a." "I tell you she don't want anything there ain't any missis," Mary said. He looked at her unbelievingly, and broke into a speech of broken English that was quite unintelligible to the frightened girl behind the table.
His heavy pack hung from his shoulder, but as the girl looked, he slipped it to the ground, and stood erect, with a grunt of relief. Then he grinned faintly at Mary, who had promptly put the table between them, and asked the hawker's universal question: "Anything to-day, Meesis?" The Hindu hawker is still a figure to be met frequently in the Bush where he is, indeed, something of an institution.
"You a meesis?" he asked. "Ram Das say l'il meesis." "I'm little meesis," Norah said promptly. It was the old man's title for her. "Did Ram Das send you?" "Him send me," said the man, with evident pleasure in finding the word. He struggled again for English, but finally gave it up, and held out his left hand to her silently. "Why, you're hurt!" Norah said. "Is that why Ram Das sent you?"
"No, Frau Liesecke; but that is because they are fresh water, and different. Salt water ought to have tides, and go up and down a great deal, or else it smells. Look, for instance, at an aquarium." "An aquarium! Oh, MEESIS Munt, you mean to tell me that fresh aquariums stink less than salt? Why, when Victor, my brother-in-law, collected many tadpoles "
"Oh, Lal Chunder, it's you!" "Him beat," said Lal Chunder, breathlessly. "L'il meesis orright?" "I'm all right," she said, struggling with for Norah an unaccountable desire to cry. "Oh, don't let him go!" "No," said the Hindu, decidedly. "Him hurt you? Me kill him." The last remark was uttered conversationally, and the man against the tree cried out in fear.
For the first time in his life he had called and found her out. He rang the door-bell in a stupor of disappointment. For just a moment the sense of disaster was so complete it was ridiculous. A maid answered at last and ushered him into the dimly lighted parlour. "Miss Nan is at home, Berta?" he asked eagerly. The little Danish maid smiled knowingly: "Na, but Meesis Primrose "
"Meesis she dress by supper in den room yet," says she. "Such sadness!" says I. "Maybe there's nobody but Miss Vee downstairs?" "Ja," says Selma, starin' stupid. "Not nobody else but Miss Verona, no." "You're a bright girl from the feet down," says I, pushin' in past her. "Shut the door easy so as not to disturb Aunty, and I'll try to cheer up Miss Verona until she comes down.
"I sent this young man to the li'l meesis, for that he was hurt and in pain, and I know the fat woman is kind, and has the brassic-acid." He glanced at Lal Chunder's bandaged wrist, and shot a quick question at him in their own tongue, to which the other responded. The old man turned back to Norah, not without dignity. "We thank the l'il meesis," he said.
Olga meantime continued to understand all that Cortese said, and to reply to it with odious fluency, and at the last, Cortese having said something to her which made her laugh, he turned to Lucia. "I've said to Meesis Shottlewort" ... and he proceeded to explain his joke in English. "Molto bene," said Lucia with a dying flicker. "Molto divertente. Non e vero, Peppino."
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