Such a lot of peoples only vants to look around.
Dey don't know vat dey vant and you never have it.

No, it ain't no customer--it's Bobby." The door was burst open, and a boy in a blue jumper, his cap thrust so far back on his head that it was a wonder it didn't fall off, cried out: "Say! One of the sideboards is stuck on the iron railing and we can't get it furrards or back.

Them two weiss-beers ye got down-stairs can't lift nothin' but full mugs.

Send somebody to help." And the door went to with a bang.
Kling was about to call for assistance when Hans--one of the maligned--shuffled in from the rear of the store, carrying a wooden image very much in want of repair.
"Oh, dots awful good you brought dot! Set it here on dis chair--now you go avay and help vid dem sideboards.

See here vunce, mister.