But you no care?
You vas dat great big all over, hey?
_Sapristi_! who de woman help like such a big Americano ?" "B-but that ain't it, M-M-M-Mercedes," blurted out the perturbed giant, in desperation.

"I-I want yer t-t-ter love me." "_No comprende, senor_." "O-oh, yes yer do.

L-Lord! didn't I t-tell it all ter yer s-s-straight 'nough last n-night?
Maybe I ain't m-much on ther t-talk, but I r-reckon I sh-sh-shot that all right.

C-can't yer make over th-that like inter l-love somehow ?" She released her clasp upon his arm, her eyes drooping behind their long lashes, the merry laughter fading from her lips.
"Dat vas not von bit nice of you, senor.

Vy you ever keep bodder me so, ven I good to you?
No, I tol' you not ask me dat so quick soon again.