The judge turns to Appleboy.
"Are you the complainant?" he asks briskly.
"Y-e-e-s," answers our hero, "I am. This is my cook."
"That will do," says the magistrate. "Answer only the questions that are put to you. Do you swear that the statements contained in this complaint are the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you, God?"
"I do," replies Appleboy with vigor.
Luckily for Appleboy, no lawyer appears for the delinquent Maria. Unfamiliar with all the vagaries and devices of the criminal law, this lady, realizing that she has been caught red-handed, foolishly supposes that there is nothing for her to do but to cry for forgiveness and beg for mercy.
"Do you desire counsel?" asks the judge.
Maria stares vaguely.
"Have ye got a lawyer?" interprets the nearest copper.
"Don't want no lawyer!" snaps Maria.