"Mein Gott!" screeched Bertha's uncle, snapping his teeth fiercely on
his pipe-stem, as he flung open the door of the girl's room. "You want
to disgraze me mit der whole neighbourhoot, 'lection night? Quid ut!
Stob ut! Beoples in der streed stant owidside und litzen to dod
grying. You _voult_ goin' to marry mit a Dago mens, voult you!
Ha, ha! Soife you right! He run away!" The old man laughed unamiably.
"Ha, ha! Dago mens foolt dod smard Bertha. Dod's pooty tough. But,
bei Gott, you stop dod noise und ect lige a detzent voomans, or you
goin' haf droubles mit your uncle Louie Gratz!"

But Bertha, an undistinguishable heap on the floor of the unlit room,
only gasped brokenly for breath and wept on.

"Ach, ach, ach, lieber Gott in Himmel!" sobbed Bertha. "Why didn't
Toby come for me? Ach, ach! What iss happened mit Toby? Somedings iss
happened--I _know_ ut!"

"Ya, ya!" jibed Gratz; "somedings iss heppened, I bet you! Brop'ly
he's got anoder vife, dod's vot heppened! Brop'ly _leffing_ ad
you mit anoder voomans! Vot for dit he nefer tolt you vere he lif? So
you voultn't ketch him; dod's der reason! You're a pooty vun,
_you_ are! Runnin' efter a doity Dago mens! Bei Gott! you bedder
git oop und back your glo'es, und stob dod gryin'. I'm goin' to mofe
owid to-morrow; und you kin go verefer you blease. I ain'd goin' to
sday anoder day in sitch a neighbourhoot. Fife more smallpox lanterns
yoost oop der streed. I'm goin' mofe glean to der oder ent of der
city. Und you can come by me or you can run efter your Dago mens und
his voomans! Dod's why he dittn't come to marry you, you grazy--ut's a
voomans!"