Bein' a Boston man meself, it appeals to me, that I detict the refinemint of the East in yer voice.

Now these, me frinds, that I've just been tratin', are men of these parts; but we of the middle East don't set up to equal the culture of the extreme East.

So, Mr.O'Khayam, solely for the benefit you might be to us, I'm askin' you to join me and me frinds in the momenchous initiation of me new milk pail." Jimmy lifted a brimming glass, and offered it to the Thread Man.

"Do you transmute ?" he asked.

Now if the Boston man had looked Jimmy in the eye, and said "I do," this book would not have been written.