A perfect shame to behold!
In the Museum of Paintings Josiah got real skairt. He wuz kinder prowlin’ round, and he happened to see a door partly open, and it wuz nateral, so he sez, to kinder look in. But he shrunk back in extreme perterbation, and sez he—
“By Jehoshaphat, what have I done?”
Sez I, “What is it, Josiah?”
Sez he, his face as red as anything, “A woman jest dressin’ herself—she seems all broke up.”
“A woman jest dressin’ herself—she seems all broke up.”
“Wall,” sez I, “you keep out of there; you stay right by me.”
“Wall, I lay out to!” he snapped out.
Wall, I looked in myself. I had no curosity, but I felt that I had better see if my pardner had done any harm. And I see a young woman all kinder crouched together a-holdin’ her clothes round her, and I sez—