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Mac nodded till his cheeks shook like a mould of currant jelly. "What did she do?" "Talk, and talk some more, all ve time. I want to talk some, and I can't. She eats her eggs oh natural." "What? What does that mean?" "'Vout any salt. Vat's what she calls it, oh natural. I like salt." "Don't you like grapes?" "Yes." "Let's get some."
"Vat did der fool do it for, den, I'd like to know?" muttered Mr. Berder, the philosophy of bid life resuming its former control. "Saved a quarter, anyhow, and, vat's more, know vere to go next dime der old man comes down on me." A little after nine Mr. and Miss Ludolph came in, and paused at the table.
"Vere's a man coming one of ve Bad Men. I must stay wiv you. My faver says a man must always look after a girl. Jack will go home, and ven vey'll come and look for us. Vat's why I let him go."
"They're heasier managed hon a 'ot night," and she soon had one burning on the table and another on the mantel. "I vant to see vat's to be done," she continued, "because I must give yer a 'arty lift him a jiffy and be back to my children hagain." Then going to the sick woman she took her hand and felt her pulse. "'Ow do yer find yerself, mum?" she asked.
Block looked uneasily out over the tumbling ocean, focusing his gaze on a section of the horizon that for want of something more definite than mere hope lay in a direct line with the City of New York. "And ven you stop to think," said he wistfully, "that we are still something like six thousand miles from home, oh, veil! Vat's the use? I bet you I never go so far avay from my business again.
Make me one now." "Mac!" The call came from the nearest awning. "Vat's mamma," Mac said. "She wants us. Come." And he tugged at Gifford Barrett's hand. "Not just now, old man." "Come. Aunt Teddy's vere, and all ve rest. Come." "Mac!" This time, the voice was more decided. "Yes, mamma; but he won't come." "Mac, come here at once."
"My mamma wouldn't let me go to walk alone for 'most a monf." "Why?" "'Cause I used to stay a good while, and spend all my pennies at Jake's shop." "Where is that?" "Vat's where vey sells candy. I've got some now. Want some?" He rested the hoop against a convenient lamp-post and opened the bag invitingly. "Thanks, no. You don't appear to have much to spare."
Of course, he was aware that there was much to be said on the other side, but he was in favour of proxies and open voting." "So am I," shouted Towler. "We ain't got no right to rob a man of his vote because he happens to be a night watchman." "Ah, vat's de matter mit ye?" said Skystein. "Effery-body knows you an' Squeaks is in cahoots to run de hull push cart."
His face looked like a full moon shining through a cloud. I could see that there was trouble on his mind. "'Well, Henry, how goes it? said I. "'Id don't go so goot, said he. 'But vat can a man expect on Danksgifing? I vent to see von man and he said, "I haf an olt house dat alvays dreats me right, so vat's de use of chanching?" Vell, vat archument could I make against dot?
"Where the word of a King is, there is power: And who may say unto him What doest thou?" "Yeth! And Chimo to sleep at ve foot of ve bed, and ve pink pikky-book, and ve bwead 'cause I will be hungwy in ve night and vat's all, Miss Biddums. And now give me one kiss and I'll go to sleep. So! Kite quiet. Ow! Ve pink pikky-book has slidded under ve pillow and ve bwead is cwumbling! Miss Biddums!
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