"Domsh any woman that can't confiss enough for two!" Then he hitched his chair closer to the Thread Man, and grew more confidential.

"Shee here," he said.

"Firsht I see your pleated coat, didn't like.

But head's all right.

Great head! Sthuck on frillsh there! Want to be let in on something?
Got enough city, clubsh, an' all that?
Want to taste real thing?
Lesh go coon huntin'.