"And now, vot about dot chair you got in your hand ?" "Oh, the chair! I had forgotten that you had asked.

Your little daughter drove everything else out of my head.

Let me have a closer look." He swung it round to get a nearer view.
"The legs--that is, three of them--are Chippendale.

The back is a nondescript of something--I cannot tell.

Perhaps from some colonial remnant." "Vot's it vorth ?" "Nothing, except to sit upon." Otto laughed--a gurgling, chuckling laugh, his pudgy nose wrinkling like a rabbit's.
"Ain't dot funny!" and he rubbed his fat hands.