Wis 'em I kin do noozzn', no, not a leetle bit.

Zey would make ze angils swear.

Ah, mon Dieu, quel dommage I haf to teach zem." "I must see about these accounts," said Peggy, picking up a sheaf of papers and running out.

"Stay to dejeuner, Miles." "Eh, mon ami," cried papa, rising.

"My excuses, but ze pigs make me to be mooch enrage.