“You don’t mean it!” He mimicked a sudden alarm.
14th—O funny drunkard!
To-day one fellow established himself before my store. He fixed his amazing eyes on my face, and extended his hairy hand.
“Hel-lo, Japanese!” he stuttered.
He wanted to shake hands with me.
I lengthened my arm, and slapped his face. I withdrew directly within, and watched him from a hole.
“Ha, ha! She got mad—ha, ha, ha!”
He was in a tip-top state of mind.
“Let me help myself!”
He pilfered one cigar from the shelf. He struck a match. He bit the cigar.