"You would," she cried—"you would say you were dead,
And with your foreign gals go cuttin' up;
And leave me here to take in washing—eh?
You wretch! take that, and that, and that, and that!"
Each "that" being followed by a sickening thud.
PART III.
The curtain falls on this delightful scene,
As space is precious and will not permit
Of further details; but this goes to show
That things don't always turn out just the same