This is done as solemn, as if a feller's name was called out to take his place in a funeral; that and the mistakes is the fun of it.

There is a sarvant at a house I visit at, that I suspicion is a bit of a bam, and the critter shows both his wit and sense.

He never does it to a 'somebody,' 'cause that would cost him his place, but when a 'nobody' has a droll name, he jist gives an accent, or a sly twist to it, that folks can't help a larfin', no more than Mr.Nobody can feelin' like a fool.

He's a droll boy, that; I should like to know him.
"Well, arter 'nouncin' is done, then comes two questions--do I know anybody here?
and if I do, does he look like talk or not?
Well, seein' that you have no handle to your name, and a stranger, it's most likely you can't answer these questions right; so you stand and use your eyes, and put your tongue up in its case till it's wanted.

Company are all come, and now they have to be marshalled two and two, lock and lock, and go into the dinin'-room to feed.
"When I first came I was nation proud of that title, 'the Attache;' now I am happified it's nothin' but 'only an Attache,' and I'll tell you why.