Then she half rose up, and, as she reached forward an arm, and laid it tenderly about her daughter's neck, said: "Ma lill dotter, wad dad meggin you cry?
Iv you will tell me wad dad mague you cry, I will tell you--on ma _second word of honor_"-- she rolled up her fist--"juz wad I thing about dad 'Sieur Frowenfel'!" "I don't kyah wad de whole worl' thing aboud 'im!" "_Mais_, anny'ow, tell me fo' wad you cryne!" Clotilde gazed aside for a moment and then confronted her questioner consentingly.
"I tole 'im I knowed 'e was h-innocen'." "Eh, Men, dad was h-only de poli-i-idenez.

Wad 'e said ?" "E said I din knowed 'im 'tall." "An' you," exclaimed Aurora, "it is nod pozzyble dad you--" "I tole 'im I know 'im bette'n 'e know annyt'in' 'boud id!" The speaker dropped her face into her mother's lap.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Aurora, "an' wad of dad?
I would say dad, me, fo' time' a day.

I gi'e you my word 'e don godd dad sens' to know wad dad mean." "Ah! don godd sens'!" cried Clotilde, lifting her head up suddenly with a face of agony.

"'E reg--'e reggo-ni-i-ize me!" Aurora caught her daughter's cheeks between her hands and laughed all over them.
"_Mais_, don you see 'ow dad was luggy?
Now, you know?
--'e goin' fall in love wid you an' you goin' 'ave dad sadizfagzion to rif-use de biggis' hand in Noo-'leans.

An' you will be h-even, ha, ha! Bud me--you wand to know wad I thing aboud 'im?
I thing 'e is one--egcellen' drug-cl--ah, ha, ha!" Clotilde replied with a smile of grieved incredulity.
"De bez in de ciddy!" insisted the other.