“Never mind about Mr. Maxwell. You won’t laugh if anything like this occurs again, I can tell you,” she replied.
“Now, ma,” soothed Nickey, “don’t you worry about it occurrin’ again. You don’t suppose I did it on purpose, do you? Gosh no! I wouldn’t get onto Charley’s back again, with my clothes off, any more than I’d sit on a hornet’s nest. How’d you like to ride through the town with nothin’ on but your swimmin’ 159 trunks and drippin’ with bluin water, I’d like to know?”
Mrs. Burke did not care to prolong the interview any further, so she said in her severest tones:
“Nicholas Burke, you go to bed instantly. I’ve heard enough of you and seen enough of you, for one day.”
Nickey went.
