"Mr. Quin give him, and my bad man he say I mesahchie, no good, a cultus klootchman alla same you!" howled Jenny open-mouthed.
Annie showed her yellow fangs in a savage grin.
"Cultus, alla same nika? Oho, pelton Pete, fool Pete!"
"And he say," roared Jenny like any baby, "that I no good, not virtuous, and he beat me, and taka silk and tearum lika so! And I think I make a dless so pretty and now the pretty dless is all lags, all lags!"
She roared again and shook with sobs, and Annie got her by the shoulder.
"Pete is Lejaub, the devil of a bad man, my pretty. I get you ten new dlesses for that. I hear Pete no go to mamook but go up town and dlink whisky at Spanish Joe's white woman's. By-by he come back and beat you, Jenny."
Jenny clutched her.
"Oh, he kick me bad, see, nanitch!"
She showed her pretty knee with a black bruise on it.
"That nothin', tenas toketie, by-by Pete come back pahtlum and knock hell out of you, Jenny," said Annie. Then she bent and whispered in Jenny's ear.