"By smoke!"
Levin went on putting the bridles and breeching on the horses, when the man said again, with an insinuating grin:
"By smoke!"
"By smoke!" the man remarked again, with a very ardent emphasis.
"You must have been in Prencess Anne," Levin said, "to swar 'by smoke.'"
The ill-raised man, with such an inferior head and cranish neck, now slipped around to the front of Levin and looked down on him, and whispered:
"Hokey-pokey!"
The idea crossed Levin's mind that the scullion of Patty Cannon must have gone crazy.
"Whair did you pick up them words, Cy?" Levin asked.