The French people jumble everything up so that I can't make head or tail of it.

Father says he don't wonder they have had so many revolutions, when they can't speak their own language more distinctly.

He tried to learn it, but didn't keep it up long, and so I took lessons.

For, when we go to France, one of us ought to know how to talk, or we shall be cheated dreadfully.

Well, you see, over on the little deck, up there, is that gentleman with his wife and a young lady, and they're all travelling together, and these make-believe French people have been jabbering about them ever so long, thinking that nobody else on board understands French.