Ike. (Putting his thumbs in armholes of vest and assuming “bad” position.) Dat depends on sarcumstances. If I recognize dis locality aright, I hab reached de finale ob my predestination.
Pete. (In astonishment.) Do tell!
Ike. Do you see dat brownstraw roofed mansion yonder? Dar’s whar I anchor.
Pete. What brings you ’round yere; business or pleasure?
Ike. Well, principally business. Do you know any one ’round yere by de name ob Clara?
Pete. No; but I’m acquainted wid a personage whose antecedent cognomen is Rebecca.
Ike. Well, it is more than presumable that our own prefatory incomprehensibility is based on its peculiar sanitary enfranchisement. Don’t you think so?
Pete. Yes, I guess you’re about right; we’re both on the same lay.
Ike. Dat’s English; and now to business.