You see, dey vas makin' de altar over new, and one of de mens come to me last week and he says: 'Mister Kling, come vid me and buy vot ve don't vant.
De school is too small, and some of de children got no place to sit down in.

Ve got to sell sometings, and maybe now ve don't vant dem images.' And so I buy dem two and some olt vestments dat my Masie make so good as new, vid patches.

Now, vot can I do vid dis-- ?" Again the door was burst open, shutting off all possibility for conversation.

Bobby's voice had now reached the volume of a fog-horn.
"What do ye take us fur out here--lobsters?
Dad and I can't wait all day.

He's got to go down to Lafayette Place for a trunk." Kling looked at his companion, as if to see what effect the talk had had upon him, and broke out into a suffocating chuckle.