"I do not gomplain somethings mabbe. Such vindy veather is goot for my professions quite," replied the German.
"Be jabers, it's getting up in the wurrld ye must be. 'Pon yer 'onor now, phat do yees do to make a living?"
"I examine ribs."
"And I break the same; but phat joke is it ye're afther giving me to say yer a surgeon?"
"You should not so quick joomp at conclusions—I am an umbrella mender."
"On me own part, it's no need I hav to wurrk at all, since discoverin' that I belonged to a swell family."
"You don't say!"
"And that wun av me ancestors was a minute man."
"Ish it possible—tell me how that might come?"