"I, even I did not escape without some difficulty. Just before my departure, a worthy gentleman in the pickle business died, leaving fourteen wives. They sent for me. When I called I found them all in tears.
"'Why is this thus?' I inquired.
"'Art going?' inquired they.
"'I ist,' I replied.
"'Oh, why! oh, why goest thou?'
"'Because when I gettest ready to doest a thing, I generally doest it,' replied I.
"'Wilt marry us?' said they.
"'I rather think not,' I replied.
"'Oh, this is too much!' cried they.
"'That's where it is,' rejoined myself. 'It's precisely on account of its being too much that I object to it.'