"Why, Hranss."
"How?"
"Hn—Hranhss! Just as if you were clearing your throat. See? Hranss!"
"Well, you sound as if you had a dreadful influenza, threatened with grip!"
"Well, that's right, anyhow. H—hn—hnh—hrahnhss!"
"You'd better go to Arizona! You'll never get well here! I don't believe you, anyway. Everybody says Reems."
"They don't, either!"
"They do so!"
"Oh, well, it depends on the sort of people you associate with—"
"Well, I don't go with a lot of fake highbrows, anxious to show off the French they learned in a course of lessons by mail—"