While I was debutting out of door with Hon. Handbag on my proud wrist, one gentleman clasp me by coat.
“You are a shop snatcher!” he acknowledged glubly.
“I cannot assimulate your insult,” I renig.
“Where you obtain Hon. Bag?” he snuggle.
“He belong Hon. Mrs. Boss who is there!” I snagger.
“Come long to penitentiary!” he gubble, making dragging movements with my wrists.
“Hara kiri!” I yall, and before he could be more abominable I give him jiu jitsu and knock him over a bargain. Then I commence eloping away with talented foot-steps.
“Stop Mr. Thief!” several human persons holla, and nextly I knew I were a runaway with Boston attempting to catch up. I am a very sly Japanese, Mr. Editor, and when I was sufficiently entangled amidst streets I redoubled on myself and escape away to other sections of Boston where crimes was not noticed. 2 complete hour of time I hid there amongst flats. Then I emerge forth and catch redheaded trolley so I should meet Hon. Mrs. at Porterhouse Junction.
“Why you not stay all day?” she require sarcastly.
“Should gladly do so, but Hon. Police prevent,” I advocate.