for conversation. Bobby's voice had now
reached the volume of a fog-horn. "What do ye take
us fur out here--lobsters? Dad and I can't wait all
day. He's got to go down to Lafayette Place for a
trunk."

Kling looked at his companion, as if to see what
effect the talk had had upon him, and broke out into a
suffocating chuckle. "Dot's vot it is all day long--
don't you yonder I go crazy? First it is sideboards
and den it is vooden saints. Here you, Bobby! Come
inside vunce! I vant to ask you sometings."

"Say the rest, Skeesicks," returned the boy, eying
the stranger.

"Has your mudder got empty dot room yet?"

"Yep--the shyster got to swearin', and the mother
wouldn't stand for it and she fired him. We ain't
keepin' no house o' refuge nor no station parlor fer
bums. Holy Moses! look at the guy that's been robbin'
a church! And see the nose on him all busted!
Have ye started them mugs?"

Kling cleared the air with his fat hands as the boy
made for the door, and turned to his visitor once more.
"Dot boy make me deaf vid his noise like a fire-engine!
Now, vunce more. Vat shall I do vid dis image?"