When they had rejoined Stubb in the bar-room, Baugh said to Seigerman,
"Don't you think you can give us your answer by Friday next, so your
name can be announced in the papers, and an active canvass begun
without further loss of time?"

"Shentlemens, I'll dry do," said Louie, "but you will not dake a drink
mit me once again, aind it?"

"No, thank you, Mr. Seigerman," replied Stubb.

"He gave me a very fine cigar yesterday; you'll like them if you try
one," said Baugh to Stubb. "Let it be a cigar to-day, Mr. Seigerman."

As Baugh struck a match to light his cigar, he said to Stubb, "I'm
coming up to stop with Mr. Seigerman to-morrow. Why don't you join
us?"

"I vould be wery much bleased to haf you mine guest," said Louie,
every inch the host.

"This is a very home-like looking place," remarked Stubb. "I may come
up; I'll come around Sunday and take dinner with you, anyhow."

"Do, blease," urged Louie.

There was a great deal to be said, and it required two languages to
express it all, but finally the "Dreibund" parted. The next day
Baugh moved into his new quarters, and the day following Stubb was so
pleased with his Sunday dinner that he changed at once.