he look natural."

Speaking of funerals, Julie reminds me that was the first thing we met
up with when we arrove in Paree! Flowers, paul-bearers, an everything.
Skinny lowed as how it must be some high and mitey who had joined his
4 fathers, and asked a Frenchy standing on the curb of the "bull-yard"
who the big guy wuz? Shrugging his shoulders, he pipes up with sumpin
which sounded like "Monsewer Jennyseepah." Well, we didn't ever here
of the poor boob, so we went over onto the next Rue (make that Julie.
I'm getting along fine), and we runs slap bang! into a other funeral
more elegant than the first; and Skinny not wantin to let anything get
by him, again asked the name of the guy ridin in the head waggin and
he got the same answer "Monsewer Jennyseepah." "Yer a liar," yelled
Skinny, "we just saw _his_ funeral on the other street." Well, Julie,
I don't blame Skinny, I was a little sore myself on the way this guy
tried to string us.

[Illustration: Me an' Skinny seen the toom of Napoleon the Wunst.]

We got along seem the sights without much trouble; the toom of
Napoleon the Wunst, the bridge over the Sane, the 4th of July colum
and Champ de Lizzie; feelin hungry we drifted into a swell lookin
feedin place with good lookin she waiters. Now don't be nervous Julie,
there ain't nothin gonna happen with me and them Jane's; for believe
you me star of my heart, I don't _care_ what anybody says to me, but
you can bet every dollar that Hetty Green ever gave to charity, that
when I do marry, I'm gonna get a dame who bawls me out in language
that I understand. Well, luckily we struck a she waiter who spoke
a little American; to put it as she said "I speek a leetle of what
Monsewer calls ze Anglaise." The first thing we ordered was soop. The