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Updated: June 4, 2025
Myron, where a new baby is come, do want a somebody to sit wiz her zis afternoon, so her seester get a leetle rest! Joe Granger, whose vife is away, do long for one goot dinner zis noon and they do need for Mother Flaherty a chair which will raise and lower, zat she may rest from her bed." "Dear me, it is a jumble!" laughed Joyce. "Well, let me help you out.
"Monsieur?" said his companion. "I say that I should like to dwell there," answered Redding. "It is a splendid country, and will be better known in days to come." "Vraiment, truly, a magnifircent kontry," returned Le Rue, "gorgeows, magnifique! I vould giv moche, ver moche, to have leetil cottage, an vife, an cow, an pigs dere."
Do I not tell the truth, Vilhelmina, mein vife?" "All your life you haf been a speaker of der truth, Hans, mein husband." "I think you're a poor prophet, Mr. Onderdonk," said Dalton. "We recognize, however, the fact that we can't get any information out of you. But we ask one thing of you." "Vat iss dot?"
You can easily get another, I hope." "You not understand," cried the guest eagerly. "I was one great big loafer," and he laid outstretched hands upon the blue bosom of his gala shirt; "one great big loafer man." "No, I'm afraid I don't understand," confessed Miss Bailey. "Tell me about it." "Vell, I was a vidder man," Mr. Diamantstein explained. "Mine vife she die.
Here I vork sefen days in de veek from sefen in de morning to elefen at night, and sometimes twelf. Only vonce last year I go to t'eater in de afternoon. Ven I com home I catch 'ell from my vife. She say, "You safe money, Sam, and we get oud of dese bondage," and I say I must haf a leetle recreations. Sunday all day I keep open.
It is not my fault dat you send for me so late I can't help your vife. It is not my fault if der baby comes mit one arm first, so dot I can't save it. I haf tried all night, und in dot place vere it is not fit for dogs to be born, und mit notting to eat only vot I brings in mine own pockets."
I told you dem boots would be your ruin." I was much too miserable to reply; and only cast my eyes towards the roofs of the houses, which I could not see for the tears. "Vat! you begin to gry and blobber like a shild? you vood marry, vood you? and noting vood do for you but a vife vid monny ha, ha but you vere de pigeon, and she was de grow. She has plocked you, too, pretty vell eh? ha! ha!"
This time the interrupter roared out a stanza or two of a wretched song: "Will no one tell me where they're gone, My bursting heart with grief is torn, I wish I never had been born, I've lost, I've lost my vife." A hundred or more voices roared with laughter. The devil of blasphemy was growing bolder.
Brown bent ever lower as he listened, his great body shaking in the effort to repress his sobs, his lips pressing against her white cheek. "I kiss you now, señor," she whispered, faintly. "Just de once, like I vas your vife." Their lips met, the very soul of each seemingly in the soft, clinging contact.
"I guess I'm as American as they make 'em." "I am from Bavaria," Lauer told him. "Vill you shmoke? I light mine bibe mit your vife's permission." "Yes," he continued, stuffing the bowl of his pipe with a stubby forefinger, "I am from Bavaria. Dere I vass upon a farm brought oop. I serf in der army my dime. Den Ameriga. Dere I marry my vife, who is born in Milvaukee. I vork in der big brreweries.
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