"Monsieur," replied the man.
"Bring me the bur."
"You might as well call for a Canada thistle," laughed Duncan, who was one of the best French scholars in the Josephine.
"I want some butter; I have eaten up all the bif-stek, and all the pomme de terres, and now I want some bread and butter. These fellows don't understand their own language."
"M'apportez du beurre," added Duncan.
"Oui, oui, oui!" exclaimed the waiter, producing the required article.
"That's the idea," replied Lynch; "that man's improving. But this beurre is so fresh I can't eat it; I want some salt."
"Call for it, then," laughed Duncan.
"I will; here's a go. Garçon, mapperty sellier!"
"Good!" roared Duncan. "If we had a saddle of mutton for supper, I should suppose you would want what you called for."