"Louise...No, no, I mean LEWIS! It's Lewis, of course, how could my name possibly be Louise!!... HAHAHAHAAA," he remarked, and went on to comment, "HA HA HA HAHAAA. 'Louise!' How silly of me! Just a slip of the tongue! Yes, a slip of the tongue, that's what it was, my actual name is LEWIS, naturally! HAHAHAHAA. Ha. ha...."
Muffy felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Ha ha ha," Lewis said again, this time in a small, sad voice, it seemed to Muffy.
"You seem unhappy to me, Lewis," said Muffy. "Are you, peut etre, miserable, mon petit ami, mon petit choux avec l'expression triste?"
Muffy had begun larding her conversation with foreign words, knowing that this would impress her aristocratic family when, finally, she found herself basking in the warmth of their longed-for presence.
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