“Leggo of my tabs!”
He wouldn’t leggo; he stood and yelled out right up in my face, “Buy a guide, you haint got no guide!”
Says I with dignity, “Yes I have; duty is my guide and also Josiah; and now,” says I firmly, “if you don’t leggo of my tabs, I’ll make you leggo.” My mean skairt him; he leggo, and I follered on after my Josiah; but where was Josiah? I couldn’t see him; in tusslin with that impudent creeter over my cape, my companion had got carried by the crowd out of my sight. Oh! the agony of that half a moment; I turned and says to a policeman in almost agonizin’ tones:
“Where is my Josiah?”
He looked very polite at me, and says he:
“I don’t know.”
Says I, “Find him for me instantly! Have you the heart to stand still and see husbands and wives parted away from each other? Have you any principle about you? Have you got entirely out of pity?”
Says he with the same polite look, “I don’t know.”
“Have you a wife?” says I in thrillin’ axents: “Have you any childern?”
Says he, “I don’t know.”