Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 39: what you’re looking at

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TIM’S FRENCH ACQUIREMENTS. 87 ! Tim gave a shrewd chuckle. “A purty thing to tell a man what’s been residing in the country six months an’ over. Didn’t I have to ax after things ivery day of me life, and didn’t I cry out, ‘ Here waitor, poter- ong taterong oue Fronchee ? I reckon ;” and Tim smoked on, coolly, while Harrison and Cora laughed outside. “ Why, mesilf could understand that much,” said Bridget, complacently. “ Yis, afther you've been tould,” responded Tim ; “ but now what'd you say if I called ye a mare—eh ?” _. “Td say ye’d been drinkin’ not to know a woman from a baste,” said Bridget, with a good deal of vim. ~ “Sure ye would, an’ I'd not blame ye; but the French people call all the women-folks mares—and the men, monsers.” “Tl not believe ye!” cried Bridget, derisively. : “But it’s for a fact, and ye may ask Miss Anne. Then they call books livers, and bread, pain—oh ! it’s a very quare language, intirely—jist the opposite to ours, ye may believe.” “I should think the people’d be quare,” responded his wife. “Ye may well say,” replied Tim, knocking the ashes out of his pipe. “ Why some of them, specially if they was purty girls, would go out walking wid a little white cap on the head, and nothin’ on at all, at all, savin’ jist—” “Tim, ye may go back to France ag’in before I'll b’laye ye—it’s tarrible wicked ye are at tellin’ stories like that,” “ It’s the raal truth I'm sp’akin’, ye may be sure of that— I tell you they’re grissels,and I never saw a shawl on one of ’em—they'd walk in the strates jist as you would, if ye’d go out now, savin’ the flat.” . | “ Well, I’d say they was that onproper I'd niver have to spake wid them,” replied Bridget. “ But it’s the custom there, honey, and if the grissels wore bonnets, there’d be a revolution—'cause they’re on the p’int of a revolution every day, and the men all go to sleep wid their arms in their hands—oh! ye may belave that.” - Harrison beckoned Cora away. Instead of going up to Anne’s room, he led her into the conservatory. The sweet sights and scents made the place re with a luxury all its own. Scarlet roses, snowy lilies , vyari-colored petunias — - . comiclooOokks.com % “oo 4 i a 7 v a