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Th' woman is huh maid, an' the man he's th' genial hustler fer th' hull pahty." "And you don't know her name?" "No, sun, an' I cain't ver' well fin' out." "In what part of Europe does she live?" "Australia, I think, suh." "You mean Austria." "Do I? 'Scuse ma ig'nance. I was jis' guessin' at it anyhow; one place's as good as 'nother ovah thuh, I reckon."
For some moments he sat gazing from the car window forgetting his luncheon-dreaming. When he got back to his compartment he rang vigorously for the porter. A coin was carelessly displayed in his fingers. "Do you suppose you could find out who has the next compartment, porter?" "I don't know their name, sub, but they's goin' to New York jis as fas' as they can git thuh.
He was so flippantly shrewd that his newness to the business was insolently apparent to Schwalliger, who knew a thing or two himself. Schwalliger smiled again and shook his head. "Oh, no, thuh," he said, "I don't play dat." "Why, come and try your luck anyhow; no harm in it." Schwalliger took out his money and looked at it again and shook his head.
"A-w, dawn't noo, docther." "Bother! It's for yourself, mind. Take it. There. And now unlock the door. That's it. Good night, Mrs. Flanagan." "An' meh thuh Hawly Vurgin hape bless'n's on ye, Docther Rinton, wud a-ll thuh compliments uv thuh sehzin, for yur thuh " He lost the end of Mrs. Flanagan's parting benedictions in the moonlit street.
Miller?" said the puzzled questioner, turning to his tenant. "I don't know, sir, indeed," was the reply. "She said that to me, and I couldn't understand her." "It's thuh poomple, docther. Dawn't ye knoo? Thuh big, flehmin poomple oop there." She indicated the locality, by flattening the rude tip of her own nose with her broad forefinger. "Oh! the pimple! I have it." So he had. Netty, Netty!
The only Speeches they wished to hear could have been constructed out of the 40 words of standard Baby Talk, comprising what is known as the Mush Vocabulary. Yet they had to muster the same old property Smile every time that Charley Bromide or old Mr. Platitude lifted a shell of sparkling Vinegar and fervently exclaimed, "Thuh Bride!"
"No, thuh," he was wont to say, with his inimitable lisp "no, thuh, you can't keep a good man down. 'Tain't no use a-talkin', you jeth can't. It don't do me no harm to go back to rubbin' now an' then. It jeth nachully keepth me on good termth with de hothes." And, indeed, it did seem that his prophecies were surer and his knowledge more direct after one of these periods of enforced humility.
Bother, an' all, an' sure an' I cudn't see him wud his fur-r hat, an' he a-ll boondled oop wud his co-at oop on his e-ars, an' his big han'kershuf smotherin' thuh mouth uv him, an' sorra a bit uv him tuh be looked at, sehvin' thuh poomple on thuh ind uv his naws." "The what on the end of his nose?" "Thuh poomple, sur." "What does she mean, Mrs.
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