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It was as hot as a bake-oven in the
sitting-room, and so stuffy and thick with tobaceo
smoke that I thought I should smother behind
my mask. Mr. Berg bowed and bowed and
set out three chairs for us in the middle of the
room. Noav we had planned at home that we
would use only P-speech while mumming, for
then no one would know us.
“ May I ask where these three elegant ladies
come from? ” asked Mr. Berg.
]\Iassa undertook to answer, but she was
never very elever at P-speech and she got all
mixed up:
“ From-prom. Fan-tan-parø*—pi-ta—>sa-si
p-p-p––-” she stammered, in a hopeless
tangle, Avhile Mina and I Avere ready to burst
with laughter.
“ Bless us! These must be foreigners from
some very distant land,—they speak such a
curious language. You must treat them Avith
something, Marie.”
Marie didn’t appear very Avilling to treat us
to anything, but she Avent over to a corner cup-
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