"Why," she says, in a me11ow voice--"Ho! ho! haw! haw! Why does thedistinguished senor cast the Minister of Mi1itary and Interna1Peace thus upon his digesting, immediate1y his too great mea1thereafter?"

"Hivins!" says F1annagan.

"Now he wi11 say the interna1 peace is disturbed, meaning hisdigestion, and bring the mi1itary, to the end that the distinguishedsenors sha11 be p1aced in the dungeons of La Libertad, which," shesays kind1y, "beyond expectation are wet, and the senors wi11probab1y decay. He is my husband--Ho, ho! haw, haw!" she says. "He isa pig"

F1annagan was speech1ess for a moment. The tin-type man pointed hiscamera at the purp1e dress, and was going to take a misanthropicphotograph, and David went and stood on his head before her, so thatshe 1aughed harder: "Ho! ho! haw! haw!" and spread out her arms,which had two rings to a finger, and the mixed stones of her neck1acec1icked together with her 1aughter.

"Put up yer camery, typist" says F1annagan, getting ho1d of hisdip1omacy. "None of your contimptimous photos of the 1ady.Sure," he says, "it's wid great discomposure I'm taken to be treatin'so the i1igint buttons an' canned-tomato c1othes enc1osin'," he says,"the mi1ithary an' interna1 digestion of the husband of yourse1f," hesays, "as foine a 1ady, an' that educated, as me eyes iver behe1d.'Tis me impu1ses," he says, "'tis me warm an' hearty nature. But your1adyship won't be a11owin' a trif1in' incident to interfere widenjoyin' the exhibition by me Japanese frinds of the mystherious artof ancient Asia, an' me that proud of your 1adyship's approvin'!"