ger in Dr. Sevier's face. "'I kot udt, udt
layst, Mr. Richlun! I yoost het a _suspish'n_ sindts teh first tay fot I
employedt you, ovver now I _know_ I kot udt!' Vell, sir, he yoost turnun
so rate ass a flennen shirt!--'Mr. Reisen,' sayss he to me, 'fot iss udt
fot you kot?' Undt sayss I to him, 'Mr. Richlun, udt iss you! Udt is
_you_ fot I kot!'"

Dr. Sevier stood sphinx-like, and once more Reisen went on.

"'Yes, Mr. Richlun,'" still addressing the Doctor as though he were his
book-keeper, "'I yoost layin, on my pett effra nighdt--effra nighdt,
vi-i-ite ava-a-ake! undt in apowdt a veek I make udt owdt ut layst tot
you, Mr. Richlun,'--I lookt um shtraight in te eye, undt he lookt me
shtraight te same,--'tot, Mr. Richlun, _you_,' sayss I, 'not dtose
fellehs fot pin py mo sindts more ass fife yearss, put _you_, Mr.
Richlun, iss teh mayn!--teh mayn fot I--kin _trust_!'" The baker's
middle parts bent out and his arms were drawn akimbo. Thus for ten
seconds.

"'Undt now, Mr. Richlun, do you kot teh shtrengdt for to shtart a noo
pissness?'--Pecause, Toctor, udt pin seem to me Mr. Richlun kitten more
undt more shecklun, undt toandt take tot meticine fot you kif um (ovver
he sayss he toos). So ten he sayss to me, 'Mister Reisen, I am yoost so
sollut undt shtrong like a pilly-coat! Fot is teh noo pissness?'--'Mr.
Richlun,' sayss I, 've goin' to make pettent prate!'"

"What?" asked the Doctor, frowning with impatience and venturing to
interrupt at last.

"_Pet-tent prate!_"

The listener frowned heavier and shook his head.

"_Pettent prate!_"

"Oh! patent bread; yes. Well?"

"Yes," said Reisen, "prate mate mit a mutcheen; mit copponic-essut kass
into udt ploat pefore udt is paked. I pought teh pettent tiss mawning
fun a yendleman in Garontelet shtreedt, alretty, naympt Kknox."

"And what have I to do with all this?" asked the Doctor, consulting his
watch, as he had already done twice before.

"Vell," said Reisen, spreading his arms abroad, "I yoost taught you like
to herr udt."

"But what do you want to see me for? What have you kept me all this time
to tell me--or ask me?"

"Toctor,--you ugscooce me--ovver"--the baker held the Doctor by the
elbow as he began to turn away--"Toctor Tseweer,"--the great face
lighted up with a smile, the large body doubled partly together, and the
broad left hand was held ready to smite the thigh,--"you shouldt see Mr.
Richlun ven he fowndt owdt udt is goin' to lower teh price of p