"Oh, my toketie Jenny, kahta cly? Oh, Lejaub, the pretty stuff all tole up, yaya? Who done it, Jenny, real kloshe silk all assame white klootchman have in chu'ch? Who give him, aya?" She was down on her knees gathering up the silk in whole armfuls. "Dis Pete? Eh, Pete, pelton Pete, fool Pete, eh?" Jenny sobbed out it was Pete who had torn it all up, and Annie nodded cunningly as she stuffed a good bundle of it into her rags. "Aha, pelton Pete mamook si'k kokshut, but klaksta potlatsh mika, nika toketie, who give him you, my pretty?" "Mr. Quin give him, and my bad man he say I mesahchie, no good, a cultus klootchman alla same you!" howled Jenny open-mouthed. Annie showed her yellow fangs in a savage grin. "Cultus, alla same nika? Oho, pelton Pete, fool Pete!" "And he say," roared Jenny like any baby, "that I no good, not virtuous, and he beat me, and taka silk and tearum lika so! And I think I make a dless so pretty and now the pretty dless is all lags, all lags!" She roared again and shook with sobs, and Annie got her by the shoulder. "Pete is Lejaub, the devil of a bad man, my pretty. I get you ten new dlesses for that. I hear Pete no go to mamook but go up town and dlink whisky at Spanish Joe's white woman's. By-by he come back and beat you, Jenny." Jenny clutched her. "Oh, he kick me bad, see, nanitch!" She showed her pretty knee with a black bruise on it. "That nothin', tenas toketie, by-by Pete come back pahtlum and knock hell out of you, Jenny," said Annie. Then she bent and whispered in Jenny's ear. "Oh, no, no," said Jenny. She clutched at Annie's skirt as the old wretch got upon her feet. But Annie turned on her and twitched her rags away. "You pelton, too? Much better be live and with rich good man than dead with Pete and Pete with a lope on him neck. I go tell Mr. Quin, him very good man, kloshe man." But Jenny implored her not to go to him. And as she sobbed that she was afraid of Quin the old hag gathered up more and more of the silk until she had nearly all that poor Jenny wasn't sitting on. "You stay. I go see, go think what I do for you. I no go to Mr. Quin, I promise, tenas toketie." And she got away and went straight to the office in which Quin was to be found, and asked to see him. "Quit, you old devil," said the young clerk, "pull your freight out of this. No klootchmen wanted here." She had her ugly old face inside the door and the boy threw the core of an apple at her. "I want see Mr. Quin," she cried, as she dodged the missile. "I want see him. You no kumtuks. Mr. Quin see me, I tell you he want see me. Ya, pelton!"