Says I, “Josiah Allen come back here this minute,” says I, “do you realize your condition? you haint dressed.”
He siezed his hat from the bureau, and put it on his head, and went on. Says I, “Josiah Allen if you go to the door in that condition, I’ll prosicute you; what do you mean actin’ so to-night?” says I, “you was young once yourself.”
“I wuzzn’t a confounded fool if I was young,” says he.
Says I, “come back to bed Josiah Allen, do you want to get the Bobbets’es and the Dobbs’es mad at you?”
“Yes I do,” he snapped out.
“I should think you would be ashamed Josiah swearin’ and actin’ as you have to-night,” and says I, “you will get your death cold standin’ there without any clothes on, come back to bed this minute Josiah Allen.”
THOMAS J. ADDRESSES THE SERENADER.