"You called me a dead beat," said one, angrily. "You must take dot pack, sir, or suffer dose consequences."
"I never dakes anydings pack," declared the other, firmly.
"You don't dake noddings pack?"
"Never. So help me shiminy gracious."
"All right. You vas der man I've been looking for. Lend me a haluf a tollar."
I hope he got it.
I had no time just then to wait and see, for I had an errand to do downtown, a very particular one, too, for Gwendoline.
That's my niece, who runs our flat just now.