Somewhat Mixed
An amiable host had to send late at night for a carriage to take home his four friends, who had taken too much of his wine. He gave the driver the street and house number of each one, and went to bed. He was in his first sleep when his door-bell was rung violently.
“What is the matter?” he called from his window, seeing that the carriage with his guests had returned.
“Oh, sir,” cries the driver, “please sort them out once more for me; they got all mixed up!”