epped from
it, there stood Reisen in waiting.

"Toctor," he said, approaching and touching his hat, "I like to see you
a minudt, uff you bleace, shtrict prifut."

They moved slowly down the unfrequented sidewalk, along the garden wall.

"Before you begin, Reisen, I want to ask you a question. I've noticed
for a month past that Mr. Richling rides in your bread-carts alongside
the drivers on their rounds. Don't you know you ought not to require
such a thing as that from a person like Mr. Richling? Mr. Richling's a
gentleman, Reisen, and you make him mount up in those bread-carts, and
jump out every few minutes to deliver bread!"

The Doctor's blood was not cold.

"Vell, now!" drawled the baker, as the corners of his mouth retreated
toward the back of his neck, "end't tat teh funn'est ting, ennahow! Vhy,
tat iss yoost teh ferra ting fot I comin' to shpeak mit you apowdt udt!"
He halted and looked at the Doctor to see how this coincidence struck
him; but the Doctor merely moved on. "_I_ toant make him too udt," he
continued, starting again; "he cumps to me sindts apowdt two-o-o mundts
aco--ven I shtill feelin' a liddle veak, yet, fun teh yalla-feewa--undt
yoost paygs me to let um too udt. 'Mr. Richlun,' sayss I to him, 'I
toandt kin untershtayndt for vot you vawndts to too sich a ritickliss,
Mr. Richlun!' Ovver he sayss, 'Mr. Reisen,'--he alvays callss me
'Mister,' undt tat iss one dting in puttickly vot I alvays tit li-i-iked
apowdt Mr. Richlun,--'Mr. Reisen,' he sayss, 'toandt you aysk me te
reason, ovver yoost let me co abate undt too udt!' Undt I voss a coin'
to kiff udt up, alretty; ovver ten cumps in _Missess_ Reisen,--who iss a
heap shmarter mayn as fot Reisen iss, I yoost tell you te ectsectly
troot,--and she sayss, 'Reisen, you yoost tell Mr. Richlun, Mr. Richlun,
you toadnt coin' to too sich a ritickliss!'"

The speaker paused for effect.

"Undt ten Mr. Richlun, he talks!--Schweedt?--Oh yendlemuns, toandt say
nutting!" The baker lifted up his palm and swung it down against his
thigh with a blow that sent the flour out in a little cloud. "I tell
you, Toctor Tseweer, ven tat mayn vawndts to too udt, he kin yoost talk
te mo-ust like a Christun fun enna mayn I neffa he-ut in mine li-i-fe!
'Missess Reisen,' he sayss, 'I vawndts to too udt pecause I vawndts to
too udt.' Vell, how you coin' to arg-y ennating eagval mit Mr. Richlun?
So teh upshodt iss he coes owdt in teh prate-cawts tistripputin' te
prate!" Reisen