"I see all how it vhas now," observed Jacob Handonder, as he came out.
"Oh, you do! You are the man who got drunk and raised a fuss on a street car?"
"I vhas der man, and I tell you how it vhas. You see, I vhas tight. I took too much beer."
"Can a saloon-keeper take too much beer?"
"Vhell, maype I vhas seek. I shtart to go home. Vhen der sthreet car comes along I pelief it vhas my house. I got in und look all aroundt, but I doan' see Katarina. I call out for der shildrens, und eferybody laughs at me. Maype dot makes me madt, und der drifer calls a boliceman, und I vhas galloped down here."
"So it wasn't your home?"
"Not oxactly. It vhas a leedle mistake."
"It'll cost you $5."
"Vheel, dot ain't so bad. I pay him oop und go home to preakfast."
"Be careful next time."