Johnny. Sprung—over the bay.
Mrs. S. Over the bay? Thought he was on the wharf. Now, don’t yer lie, you young one!
Harry. He means he was in liquor.
Mrs. S. More likely liquor in him. Why don’t you say he was drunk, and have done with it?
Johnny. Well, he was pretty full; and when I got there, he was leanin’ up agin a hogshead, and biddin’ on an elephant.
Mrs. S. On an elephant! Why, he might have broke his neck!
Johnny. O, fush! He was a biddin’ for the elephant. He offered a hundred dollars. But I didn’t see it; so I jest took a hold er him, h’isted him inter the wagon, and drove back to Stevens’s. When I come out, the wagon and dad were out of sight, and I had to foot it ten miles. So I jest crept inter the barn when I got here, and had a snooze on the hay.
Mrs. S. Dear me! what capers! Two or three times a year he has these sprees, and they cost a mint of money. There was apples and cider, hens and chickens, eggs and butter, all gone. Dear me, what will become of us? If there’s anything in this world I detest, it’s a toper!
[Exit, L.