Maggie thought he must be a very elegant and graceful bartender.
He was telling tales to Jimmie.
Maggie watched him furtively, with half-closed eyes, lit with a vague interest.
"Hully gee! Dey makes me tired," he said.

"Mos' e'ry day some farmer comes in an' tries teh run deh shop.

See?
But dey gits t'rowed right out! I jolt dem right out in deh street before dey knows where dey is! See ?" "Sure," said Jimmie.
"Dere was a mug come in deh place deh odder day wid an idear he wus goin' teh own deh place! Hully gee, he wus goin' teh own deh place! I see he had a still on an' I didn' wanna giv 'im no stuff, so I says: 'Git deh hell outa here an' don' make no trouble,' I says like dat! See?
'Git deh hell outa here an' don' make no trouble'; like dat.
'Git deh hell outa here,' I says.

See ?" Jimmie nodded understandingly.

Over his features played an eager desire to state the amount of his valor in a similar crisis, but the narrator proceeded.
"Well, deh blokie he says: 'T'hell wid it! I ain' lookin' for no scrap,' he says (See ?), 'but' he says, 'I'm 'spectable cit'zen an' I wanna drink an' purtydamnsoon, too.' See?
'Deh hell,' I says.