“If a lady” ses I “was to kiss a gintleman wid hoom she was not acquinted wud the gintleman be insoolted?”
He put down his paper, tuk off his glarses and looked at me sollemly.
“Has some wan kissed you Delia?” ses he.
“My God, no sir” ses I, “but I’m studying the respectful sects.”
He retired behind his paper agin, and Mr. James cum wistling into the room. Hes very cheerful these days is Mr. Jimmy. He gets app, he ses, at 5 A.M. in the morning to cut the lons. The tax he ses at that wiching our is anchanting. Ivery marning when we get up we see a porshon of the lon cut. At 8 Mr. James sonters in frish from his after cutting lon bath as he calls it. “Sum day” ses Mr. John who has his trubbles digging up the airth where the vigitibles are to go “I’ll try your skeem.”
“Don’t” ses Mr. James anxshissly. “What applies to lons may not do for gardins.”
Well this marning, Mr. John repeats me quistion to his brother.
“Delia” ses he “wants to know how a man wud feel if suddintly assolted and amberaced by a yung and pretty lady—of coorse shes yung and pretty, Delia eh?” ses he.
“What wud he do!” ses Mr. James. “Lord God of Isreel why he’d—he’d pursoo her like a caveman till she guv anuther kiss.”
“My God!” ses I drapping the dishes in me hand, “and wimmen is jest alike.”