"I make not the shava, Signore," he said, "I am the courier--for your kind dispositione I am here." "You should _never_ judge foreigners by their appearance, Alexander," rebuked momma.
"Well, Mr.Bebbini," said the Senator, "I guess I've got to apologise to you.

You see they told me inside there that I should probably find a--a tonsorial artist out here on the steps"-- poppa never minds telling a story to save people's feelings.

"But you haven't convinced me," he continued, "that I've got any use for a courier." "You wish see Genoa--is it not ?" "Well, yes," replied the Senator, "it is." "Then with me you come alonga.

I will translate you the city--shoppia, pallass--w'at you like.

Also I am not dear man neither.