Eet is all the same.

The wall is knock down--eet will not hold together.

Blooey--" he waved his hands--"the man he no longer remember!" This time the stare in Barry Houston's eyes was genuine.

To hear a girl of the mountains name a particular form of mental ailment, and then to further listen to that ailment described in its symptoms by a grinning, bearded giant of the woods was a bit past the comprehension of the injured man.

He had half expected the girl to say "them" and "that there", though the trimness of her dress, the smoothness of her small, well-shod feet, the air of refinement which spoke even before her lips had uttered a word should have told him differently.