“Seems like I heard ob dat, sir,” and he rushed out to the kitchen, only to return empty-handed.
“We ain’t got none, sir,” he said, in a tone of disappointment.
“Got any mal de mer?”
“N—no, sir.”
The waiter was going to pieces fast.
The gentleman from the West, was as serene as a May morning.
“Got any vice versa?” he inquired again.
The waiter could only shake his head.
“No? Well, maybe you’ve got some bacon and cabbage, and a corn dodger?”
“’Deed we have, sir,” exclaimed the waiter, in a tone of the utmost relief, and he fairly flew out to the kitchen.