Eet ees not de kinds I meet vis ver' much.

Dey be all alike vis me--lofe, lofe, lofe, till I get seek of de vord--only de one, an' I not know him ver' vell yet.

Maybe he teach me vat you mean some day.

He talk better, not like a fool, an' he not try to make me bad.

Is dat eet, senorita ?" "Yes; who is it you mean ?" "He?
Oh! it vas most odd, yet I do not laugh, senorita, I know not vy, but he make me to feel--vat you calls eet ?--si, de respect; I tink him to be de good man, de gentle.