Dusky Diana’s Devotion
Pounding on the door of the attractive mulatto girl, the soldier bid fair to rouse the entire neighborhood, till a head was thrust out of an upstairs window and a voice cautiously asked:
“Hush up dar, yo’ soldier! What yo’ want?”
“Wanta come in,” hiccupped the warrior, who had evidently left the shrine of Bacchus to worship at that of Venus.
“H’m! Does yo’ b’long to de United States Marines?”
“Nope; but wanta come in.”
“Does yo’ b’long to de Third Massachusetts?”
“Nope.”
“To the Second Noo Hampshires?”
“Nope.”
“To the Fourf Noo York?”
“Nope; but wanta come in, all the same.”
“Well, yo’ can just go away fum dar, yo’ triflin soldier; I’se a very partickler woman, I is.”
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