And yet,"-- the shadow of an amused smile lurked another instant about a corner of his mouth,--"if you would understand me kindly I would say, take care--" What little blood the convalescent had rushed violently to his face, and the Creole added: "I do not insinuate you would willingly be idle.

I think I know what you want.

You want to make up your mind _now_ what you will _do_, and at your leisure what you will _be_; eh?
To be, it seems to me," he said in summing up,--"that to be is not so necessary as to do, eh?
or am I wrong ?" "No, sir," replied Joseph, still red, "I was feeling that just now.

I will do the first thing that offers; I can dig." The Creole shrugged and pouted.
"And be called a _dos brile_--a 'burnt-back.'" "But"-- began the immigrant, with overmuch warmth.
The other interrupted him, shaking his head slowly and smiling as he spoke.
"Mr.Frowenfeld, it is of no use to talk; you may hold in contempt the Creole scorn of toil--just as I do, myself, but in theory, my-de'-seh, not too much in practice.

You cannot afford to be _entirely_ different from the community in which you live; is that not so ?" "A friend of mine," said Frowenfeld, "has told me I must 'compromise.'" "You must get acclimated," responded the Creole; "not in body only, that you have done; but in mind--in taste--in conversation--and in convictions too, yes, ha, ha! They all do it--all who come.