“You dassent come over on this side of the street, so you dassent!”
Voice from over the way: “Why dassent I?”
Voice from barrel (in whisper): “Make it a objict for him to come acrost: tell him you kin lick him wid yer little finger!”
JUST THE THING.
Boy (calmly): “Say, Tilly, I want ter tell yer somethink: you’re so full o’ fight you ought ter go ter some recruitin’ office an’ offer yer services ter the government. Uncle Sam is just a-dyin’ ter git hold o’ such folks as you.”
PRECAUTIONARY.
“Who’s he, Bill?”