“Hyar, my little muchacha! vamos, vamos, ter dance! Mucho bueno! Mucho bueno? Will ye?”
This is from a great rough fellow of six feet and over, addressed to a trim little poblana.
“Mucho bueno, Señor Americano!” replies the lady.
“Hooraw for you! Come along! Let’s licker fust! You’re the gal for my beaver. What’ll yer drink? Agwardent or vino?”
“Copitita de vino, señor.” (A small glass of wine, sir.)
“Hyar, yer darned greaser! Set out yer vino in a squ’ll’s jump! Now, my little un’, hyar’s luck, and a good husband!”
“Gracias, Señor Americano!”
“What! you understand that? You intende, do yer?”
“Si, señor!”
“Hooraw, then! Look hyar, little ’un, kin yer go the b’ar dance?”