It was a droll nose. Side view or front view, his face seemed all nose. It was a nose well buttressed. His cheeks began at the ridge of it., and filled up the hollows on each side so that a straight-edge would have touched everywhere. This feature had absorbed the whole countenance. It was not large; not a beak nor a snub, — in fact, not a classifiable nose; its nostrils did not expand so as to promise a stereoscopic vision of its owner’s brains. Indeed, taken per se, it was not unlike some other noses in Jewry or even in Christendom. But it refused to be taken per se. There was no isolating it. Every part of his face tended to nose. You could not say where it began, any more than you can say where Mount Etna begins on the landward side.
“Haven’t I seen you before?” said Brightly, trying to analyze the boy’s chief feature as the last sentence has done.
“Yes,” replied Moses. “I sold you thad dubbrella.”
“And you propose to try a new business?”
“Yes, sir. Gades is all out of fashion.”
“What are ‘gades’?”
“I didn’t say gades; I said gades, — gades.”
“O, canes! they are out of fashion, eh? But how about umbrellas?”
“The soft ads has put dowd the ubbrellas. Besides bed is gidding bore badly dow and doesn’t bind weddings.”
“‘Men are more manly,’ — that is good news.
