dollars. She lives across de street--you can see one of
her vagons--dot big vite horse is hers, and she love dot
horse as much as she love her husband John and her
boy Bobby, all but dot fool dog of Bobby's, she don't
love him. You go over dere and tell her I sent you."

The stranger had relighted his pipe, and was watching
the dealer clutching nervously at his spectacles,
pushing them far up on his forehead, only to readjust
them again on his nose. He had begun to detect
behind the fat, round face of the thrifty shopkeeper
a certain kindly quality. "And who may this remarkable
lady be, this Mrs. Cleary?" he inquired.

"She ain't no lady. She is better as a hundert ladies
--she is joost a plain vomans who keeps a express office
over dere--Cleary's Express. You don't know it?
Vell, dot's your fault. Dot's her boy Bobby outside
de door. He has been up vid his fadder to de Grand
Central for some sideboards and sofas I been buyin'.
You vant to look at 'em ven dey git unloaded. They
joost ready to fall to pieces, and if I patch 'em up
nobody don't buy 'em. Vot I do is to leave 'em out
on de sidewalk for a veek or two and let de dirt and
rain get on 'em, den somebody come along and say:
'Dot is genuine. You can see right avay how olt dot
is. Dot is because de bottom is out of de sofas, and
de back of de behind of de sideboard is busted. So den I
get fifty dollars more for repairin' my own furniture.
Ain't dot funny? And ven I send it home dey say: