Ensued, and two long glares. Then he set on,
“What kind o’ dancing music are ye gwine
To fetch along? for that’s the heavy jerk.”
“Tantz musik!” Oh, the horror of the voice
Of great Josephi when he heard these words.
“Yes, certinly. Ain’t ye a-goin’ to play
Fur dancing arter supper? Wot d’ye s’pose
We’re gwine to pay yer fur?” (Here came the squall.)
“Go to der Teufel mit your tantz musik!
Dere-to your tauter also. Sapperment!