A WARNING TO LOVERS.
"Metildy, you are the most good-for-nothin', triflin', owdacious, contrary piece that ever lived."
"Oh, ma!" sobbed Matilda, "I couldn' help myself—'deed I couldn'."
"Couldn' help yourself? That's a pretty way to talk! Ain't he a nice young man?"
"Yes'm."
"Got money?"
"Yes'm."
"And good kinfolks?"
"Yes'm."