"Did he feel bad when you arrested him?" asked Mrs. Tarbox, with natural curiosity.
"No; I had to defer it, for the warrant wasn't rightly made out."
"Dear me! Did it take all the evening?" asked his wife.
"Peace, woman! You ask too many questions," said Tarbox, who found it rather difficult to explain matters.
"It must have been so nice to see the circus," murmured Mrs. Tarbox; "but I am sure I should have been afraid of the giant."
"There was a fat woman," growled Tarbox, "who looked as silly as you do. I dare say she wasn't, though."
"How funny you are. Nathan!" said his wife, who wasn't at all sensitive. "How was she dressed?"
"How on earth should I know? She didn't wear a coat and pantaloons."
"It must take a sight of calico to make her a dress. How much does she weigh?"
"Two tons, more or less," answered Tarbox.