But he swore--oh, of course he did--he swore beautifully.
Therefore, being moved to caution, I approached calmly and gazed earnestly on the revolving wheel.
"Do you know," I said, "I think a great deal of your business, and take a great interest in it." "Yes, sir." "I can tell you all the names of your tools in French.

You'd like to hear them, wouldn't you ?" "Wery much indeed, sir." So I took up the chisel.

"This," I said, "is a _churi_, sometimes called a _chinomescro_." "That's the French for it, is it, sir ?" replied the tinker, gravely.

Not a muscle of his face moved.
"The _coals_," I added, "are _hangars_ or _wongurs_, sometimes called _kaulos_." "Never heerd the words before in my life," quoth the sedate tinker.
"The bellows is a _pudemengro_.

Some call it a _pishota_." "Wery fine language, sir, is French," rejoined the tinker.