Der brendt?
To hell mit der brendt.

You aindt got some memorie aboudt does ting I guess nodt." "Please step aside, gentlemen," said young Vacca, who was still making the rounds of the floor.
Hooven whirled about.

"Eh?
What den," he exclaimed, still excited, willing to be angry at any one for the moment.

"Doand you push soh, you.
I tink berhapz you doand OWN dose barn, hey ?" "I'm busy, I'm very busy." The young man pushed by with grave preoccupation.
"Two quarts 'n' a half.

Two quarts 'n' a half." "I know better.