"No, sir," said Joseph, proceeding to place it in the window, his new friend following him about spanielwise; "but you had better let me say plainly that it is for sale." "Oh I don't care mais my rillation' will never forgive me! Mais go-ahead-I-don't-care! 'T is for sale." "'Sieur Frowenfel'," he resumed, as they came away from the window, "one week ago" he held up one finger "what I was doing?