"Oh, I don't know.

I guess ve buy her sometings putty--vot you like to have, Beesvings?
Or maybe you like to go to de teater vid Auntie Gossburger.

I get de tickets." The child disengaged her hand from O'Day's arm, pushed back her hair and tiptoed to her father.

"I want a party, Popsy--a real party," she whispered, tipping his chin back with her fingers, so he could look at her through his spectacles--not over them, like an ogre.
"Vere you have it ?" This came in a bewildered way, as if the pair had the big ballroom at Delmonico's in the back of their heads.
"Here, in this very place," broke in Felix, "after I get it in order." Kling, gently freeing himself from Masie's hold, stared at his clerk.
"Dot vill cost a lot of money, don't it ?" "No, I do not think so." "Vell, who is coming?
De childer all around ?" "Everybody is coming--big, little, and middle-sized," answered Felix.
The cat was all out of the bag now.
"Vell, dot's vot I said.

You don't can get someting for nodding.