"Confound you, Jake Klinghammer, you are always sponging on somebody—if you can. Where's that flask of whisky I saw you take from behind McCarthy's bar to-night?"
"I didn't dake no vhisky at McCarthy's, Parney. I didn't, so 'elp me gracious."
"Well, you took something. What was it?"
"Oh! I remember now, Parney. It vos shust a leetle drop uv prandy—nodding more. I bledge you my word."
"By heavens, Jake, you're a pretty fellow."
"Dot vos vot my girl dinks."
"She's an excellent judge, no doubt."
"You shust pet she vos, Parney."
"Well, pass the brandy, and let me see if it is fit for a gentleman to drink. If it is, I may be induced to take some."
"All right, I give you a daste," said Jake, handing him the flask. "I vosn't so mean as you, Parney."