Sufferin' ages! but it had an edge to it that wud sharpen a saw.

What do ye think of ther blatherin' baste annyhow, seenorita ?" The little Mexican gave sudden vent to her pent-up laughter, clapping her hands in such an ecstasy of delight as to cause the unemotional Swanson to open his mild blue eyes in solemn wonder.
"He all right, I rink," she exclaimed eagerly.

"He no so mooch fool as you tink him--no, no.

See, senor, he busy eat all de time dat you talk; he has de meal, you has de fin' air.

Vich ees de bettair, de air or de meat, senor?
_Bueno_, I tink de laugh vas vid him." Mr.O'Brien, his attention thus suddenly recalled to practical affairs, gazed into the emptied frying-pan, a decided expression of bewildered despair upon his wizened face.