She paused to let the consul make sure of this fact, which he did, and then acknowledged the appreciation she had provoked with a charming smile.
"Whichever, he say he thing I don' lig him, account he America-jin, he. also remarking with me that he a barbarian an' a beas'. Well, me?—I say I don' wan' him. I 'fraid beas'. But aevery one else they say yaes—yaes, ah, yaes—he got moaney, an' for jus' liddle while I got endure him. So I say, 'Bring me that beas'.' An' lo! one day the ole nakodo he bringing him for look-at meeting. Well!—"
She paused to laugh, and so infectious was it that the consul adventurously joined her. "At firs' I thing him a god, he so tall an' beautiful, an' got on such a blue clothes all full golden things. An' he don' sit 'way, 'way off, an' jus'—talk!"
She laughed abandonedly.
"He make my life so ver' joyous, I thing I naever been that happy."
She had an access of demureness.
"Oh, jus' at firs' I frighten'; account he sit so close with me—an' hoi' my han'—an' as' if it made satin. Aha, ha, ha! Satin! Loog!"
