"'The foist place,' eh? You're from New York."
"Yes, oritchinally. How did you know it? By my feshionable clothink?"
"Yes," laughed Wellington. "But you say I need you. How?"
"Vell, you've got maybe some beggetch, some trunks—yes?"
"Yes."
"Vell, in the foist place, I am an expressman. I deliver 'em to your address—yes? Vere iss it?"
"I haven't got any yet."
"Also I am addressman. Do you vant it a nice hotel?—or a fine house?—or an apartment?—or maybe a boarding-house?—yes? How long do you make a residence?"
"Six months."
"No longer?"