Both stood at gaze for a moment.
"Sunder, Sef! You as beautiful as the sun, moon and stars—and as stinky as seferal apothecary shops. Yere, take the watch and git along—so's you haf some time wiss you—now git along! You late a'ready. Goshens! You wass behind time when you wass born! Yas, your mammy wass disapp'inted in you right at first. You wass seventy-six hours late! But now you reformed—sank God! I always knowed it wass a cure for it, but I didn't know it wass anysing as nice as Sally."
Seffy issued forth to his first conquest—lighted as far as the front gate by the fat lamp held in his father's hand.
"A—Sef—Seffy, shall I set up for you tell you git home?" he called into the dark.
"No!" shouted Seffy.
"Aha—aha—aha! That sounds right! Don't you forgit when you bose—well—comfortable—aha—aha! Mebby on one cheer aha—ha-ha. And we'll bose take the fence down to-morrow. Mebby all three!"
AN ARCHÆOLOGICAL CONGRESS
BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE
"'There's none can tell about my birth
For I'm as old as the big round earth;
Ye young Immortals clear the track,
I'm the bearded Joke on the Carpet tack."