tute.'

"Eight or nine divvuses pauli, at the K'allis's Gav, his pal welled to
mandy and pookered mi Job sus naflo. And I penned, 'Any thing dush?'
'Worse nor dovo.' 'What _is_ the covvo?' Says yuv, 'Mandy kaums tute to
jal to my pal--don't spare the gry--mukk her jal!' So he del mi a fino
grai, and I kistered eight mee so sig that I thought I'd mored her. An'
I pet her dree the stanya, an' I jalled a lay in the puv and' odoi I
dicked Job. 'Thank me Duvel!' penned he, 'Kako you's welled acai, and if
mandy gets opre this bugni (for 'twas the bugni he'd lelled), I'll del
tute the kushtiest gry that you'll beat sar the Romni chuls.' But he
mullered.

"And he pens as he was mullerin. 'Kako, tute jins the cigarras you del a
mandy?' '_Avali_,' I says he, 'I've got 'em acai in my poachy.' Mandy
and my pens was by him, but his romni was avree, adree the boro tan,
bikinin covvas, for she'd never lelled the bugni, nor his chavos, so they
couldn't well a dickin, for we wouldn't mukk em. And so he mullered.

"And when yuv's mullo I pet my wast adree his poachy and there mandy
lastered the cigaras. And from dovo chairus, rya, mandy never tooved a
cigar.

"Avali--there's adusta Romni chuls that kairs dovo. And when my juvo
mullered, mandy never lelled nokengro kekoomi. Some chairuses in her
jivaben, she'd lel a bitti nokengro avree my mokto, and when I'd pen,
'Deari juvo, what do you kair dovo for?' she pooker mandy, 'It's kushti
for my sherro.' And so when she mullered mandy never lelled chichi
sensus.