[_He talks himself dry, until rejoined by the Guide with
PODBURY and Miss TROTTER._
_Guide_ (_to PODBURY_). Leesten, I dell you. My vader--eighteen, no in
ze Airmi, laboreur man--he see NAPOLEON standt in a saircle; officers
roundt 'im. Boots, op to hier; green cott; vite vaiscott; vite laigs--
_Podbury_. Your father's legs?
_Guide_. No, Sare; my vader see NAPOLEON's laigs; leedle 'at, qvite
plain; no faither--nossing.
_Podbury_. But you just said you _had_ a faither!
_Guide_. I say, NAPOLEON 'ad no faither--vat you call it?--_plume_--in
'is 'at, at ze bataille.
_Podbury_. Are you sure? I thought the history books said he "stuck a
feather in his hat, and called it Macaroni."
_Miss T._ I presume you're thinking of our National Amurrcan
character, Yankee Doodle?
_Guide_. My vader, 'e no see NAPOLEON viz a Yankedoodle in 'is 'at; 'e
vear nossing.
_Podbury_. Nothing? What became of the green coat and white waistcoat,
then, eh?
_Guide_. Ah, you unnerstan' nossing at all! Leesten, I dell you vonce
more. My vader--
_Podbury_. No, look here, my friend; you go and tell _that_ gentleman
all about it (_indicating CULCHARD_); he's very interested in hearing
what NAPOLEON wore or didn't wear.
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