stare at me when you're walking with me? You step behind and see
whether men don't look at me."

The husband hung back about a dozen yards, and for the length of the
street was surprised to see every man his wife passed stare hard at
her and even turn around and look after her.

"Sure, lassie!" he exclaimed as he rejoined her, "I was wrong and take
it back. I'll never say aught about your looks again."

The wife had made a face at every man she met.



_A Case of Adaptation_

Two dusky small boys were quarreling; one was pouring forth a volume
of vituperous epithets, while the other leaned against a fence and
calmly contemplated him. When the flow of language was exhausted he
said;

"Are you troo?"

"Yes."

"You ain't got nuffin' more to say?"

"No."

"Well, all dem tings what you called me you is."