wajer

Updated: May 26, 2025

I looked down; it was Johnnyboy, in a new and ravishing smuggler suit, with his questioning eyes fixed on mine. "Howjer do dat?" "Eh?" "Wajer do dat for?" "That? Oh, that's medicine. I've got a headache." He searched the inmost depths of my soul with his wonderful eyes. Then, after a pause, he held out his baby palm. "You kin give Johnny some." "But you haven't got headache have you?"

Bret Harte - The Bell-Ringer of Angel's