"That's a good business, but you're not the only one who failed in it," says the judge. "Now what have you to say in your defense?"
"I must wait till my lawyer arrives," says he.
"Why," says the judge, "you were caught red-handed with the goods on. What could your lawyer say that would influence my decision?"
"That's just what I want to find out," says Percy. "But give me a little time and I will explain all."
"All right," says the judge. "Six years at hard labor. I hope you will be able to explain when you get out, or back you'll go for another six."
I was so afraid that the judge would give me time to explain why I was with Percy that I started to run and didn't stop until I got to Boston.
Now I'm going to sing you a little song, entitled: "He Made a Foolish Break And Got The Laugh; or, Wedded Persons' Compliments."
Said a young and tactless husband
To his inexperienced wife:
"If you would but give up leading
Such a fashionable life,
And devote more time to cooking—
How to mix and when to bake—
Then, perhaps you might make pastry
Such as mother used to make."