Jos. I shall go into another bed if you can’t stop talkin’. I have been kept awake till midnight by them awful creeters, and now you want to finish me. Oh, dummit! them dum cats are at it agin.
Sam. Well, you needn’t swear so if they be; but I say it hain’t cats.
Jos. It is.
Sam. I know better, it hain’t cats.
Jos. Wall, if it hain’t cats, what is it?
Sam. It is a acordeun.
Jos. How come a acordeun under our window?
Sam. It is Shakespeare Bobbett seranadin’ Tirzah Ann, and he has got under the wrong window. Josiah Allen come back here this minute; do you realize your condition; you hain’t dressed.
Jos. Wall, I can put my hat on I ’spose.
Sam. Yes, a stovepipe hat is a great protection. Josiah Allen if you go to the door in that condition, I’ll prosicute you. What do you mean by acting so. You was young once yourself.