“‘Goo’-night, baby,’ ses Job, again.
“‘It can’t talk yet,’ ses Dick. ‘Will you go?
“‘Can’t talk—why not?’ ses Job.
“Dick didn’t answer ’im.
“‘Well, goo’-night, Dick,’ he ses agin.
“‘Good-night,’ ses Dick from between ’is teeth.
“‘Goo’-night, Mrs. Weed,’ ses Job.
“Mrs. Weed forced herself to say ‘good-night’ agin.
“‘Goo’-night, baby,’ ses Job.
“‘Look ’ere,’ ses Dick, raving, ‘are you goin’ to stay ’ere all night, Job Brown?’