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"How funny he talks," whispered Grace to Lulu; "I can hardly understand him." "It's because he's Dutch," returned Lulu, in the same low tone. "But I can tell almost all he says. His son's name must be Jakey; the short for Jacob." "What is your name?" asked Max. "Hencle Shon Hencle. I dinks you all pees come to see Miss Stanhope pe von huntred years olt; ishn't you?" "Yes," said Rosie.
Bras-Coupé was taking her hand in one of his and laying his other upon her head; and as some one made an unnecessary gesture for silence, he sang, beating slow and solemn time with his naked foot and with the hand that dropped hers to smite his breast: "'En haut la montagne, zami, Mo pé coupé canne, zami, Pou' fé l'a'zen' zami, Pou' mo baille Palmyre. Ah!
I wish you choy. Don't let me stop you, whatever. It wass something interesting you would pe telling these chentlemen when I came up."
MacGregor's neck, forgetting that the lady had once said that Tricksy Stewart was a spoilt little girl. 'Hooray, I'll sleep with Marjorie and we can talk about what we have seen to-day! 'No, Mr. Allan, Duncan was declaring, 'if I wass you, I would not pe telling the laird whateffer; it can do no good pringing honest folk into trouble.
"I shall nefer cease to atmire monsieur. Perhaps," he suggested timidly, "since he hass peen so successful, monsieur may pe tempted to remain permanently. Surely he would pe one great success! In a year two year we would eclipse Ostend monsieur himself hass said eet!" "No," laughed the other, "I don't think I'd care to remain.
It was the same pretty little bird, with the purple wings and body, the yellow legs, the golden collar round its neck, and the crown-like tuft upon its head, whose behavior had so much surprised Ulysses. It hovered about Eurylochus, and almost brushed his face with its wings. "Peep, peep, pe weep!" chirped the bird.
"Ah, my poy! where ta light kets in, ta tarkness will pe ketting in too. This now, your whole pody will pe full of tarkness, as ta Piple will say, and Tuncan's pody tat will pe full of ta light." Then with suddenly changed tone he said, "Listen, Malcolm, my son! Shell pe ferry uneasy till you'll wass pe come home." "What's the maitter noo, daddy?" returned Malcolm.
"Ton't preathe it, my son!" cried Duncan in a voice of agony, as if he saw unfolding a fearful game the arch enemy had been playing for his soul. "Put it cannot pe," he resumed instantly, "for ten how should she pe loving you, my son?" "'Cause ye was in for that afore ye kent wha the puir beastie was." "Ta tarling chilt! she could not haf loved him if he had peen a Cawmill.
"Then she 'll pe getting herself ready," said Duncan, making a motion to rise. "What for, daddy?" "For ta hanging, my son," answered Duncan coolly. "Time eneuch for that, daddy, whan they sen' to tell ye," returned Malcolm, cautious of revealing the facts of the case. "Ferry coot!" said Duncan, and fell asleep again. In a little while he woke with a start.
He's all right ven he's soper. Only it preaks my heart ven he vips me, und I don't deserve it." "Breaks your heart? It ain't your heart I'm worryin' about. If he don't break your bones you're in luck!" "Und I try to pe a goot vife to him. I tend him hand und foot." "Ye-es, I know you do," returned Martha dryly. "But suppose you just try the foot in the future. See how it works."
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