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"Dere's a loidy here," continued Spike, addressing the chest of drawers, "dat's got a necklace of jools what's wort' a hundred t'ousand plunks. Honest, boss. A hundred t'ousand plunks. Saunders told me dat de old gazebo dat hands out de long woids. I says to him, 'Gee! an' he says, 'Surest t'ing youse know. A hundred t'ousand plunks!" "So I understand," said Jimmy.
Speaking for myself, I'm having a good time. How are you getting along downstairs?" "De limit, boss. Honest, it's to de velvet. Dey's an old gazebo, de butler, Saunders his name is, dat's de best ever at handin' out long woids. I sits an' listens. Dey calls me Mr. Mullins down dere," said Spike, with pride. "Good. I'm glad you're all right.
"De limit, Mr. Chames. Honest, I'm on pink velvet. Dey's an old gazebo, de butler, Keggs his name is, dat's de best ever at handing out long woids. I sit and listen. Dey calls me Mr. Mullins down dere," said Spike, with pride. "Good. I'm glad you're all right. There's no reason why we shouldn't have an excellent time here. I don't think that Mr.
Does de odder mug, de vally gazebo, give him de glad eye? Not so's you could notice it. He gives him de merry ha-ha. He says dat dat's de woist tale dat's ever bin handed to him. 'Tell it to Sweeney! he says. 'I knows youse. Youse woims yourself into de house as a guest, when youse is really after de loidy's jools. At dese crool woids, de odder mug, Galer, gits hot under de collar.
But underneath there were woids faintly scrawled in pencil: "Must concentrate attention" "The proper study of mankind is" this last written twice, as if the writer were practising copy-lines absently. Then at the very bottom was written, so faintly that hardly any eyes but Winsome's could have read the words: "Of all colours I do love the lilac. I wonder all maids do not wear gear of that hue!"
"I know." Silence again. "Two hundred thousand plunks," breathed Spike. "What a necklace!" thought Jimmy. "Keggs told me dat. De old gazebo what hands out de long woids. I could find out where dey're kept dead easy. "What a king of necklaces!" thought Jimmy. "Shall I, Mr. Chames?" "Shall you what?" asked Jimmy, coming out of his thoughts with a start.
"Come right in and make yourself at home," he greeted. "What are you doing here, you old flunker?" laughed Bert. "Take back them cruel woids," demanded Axtell. "Flunker," he went on meditatively, "it hath a right knavish sound. Beshrew me, if I fling it not back in the teeth of any caitiff knight that dare put such shame upon me." A great light dawned upon them. "What!" cried Dick.
Singleton, I don't know no Goiman except pretzel, sauerkraut, wiener wurst, and them kind o' woids." "Those belong to the universal language, Dutch," I answered consolingly. "What is your name, anyhow?" "Augustus Schortemeier, and I say it ain't no worse'n Longfellow," he protested. The point was delicate and not one that I felt myself qualified to discuss.
Wrennie called down, sternly, "I ain't no theological student, Pete, and I don't mind profanity, but I wish you wouldn't talk like a garbage-scow." "Hey, Poicy, did yuh bring your dictionary?" Pete bellowed to Tim, two feet distant from him. To Wrennie, "Say, Gladys, ain't you afraid one of them long woids like, t'eological, will turn around and bite you right on the wrist?"
Lemme tell you right here and now, I may be a mix blood, but I got some Choimun in me with the rest what I got, and before you vote on this here question you gotta hear a few woids from somebody that can talk! This whole war is a capitalis' war, Belgium as much as Choimuny, and the United States is sellin' its soul to the capitalis' right now, I tell you, takin' sides agains' Choimuny.
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