[Illustration: "Hi! Maria, aint this glorious?--like we was children agin!?" "I don't know, Toby, I think I'll stop!"] [Illustration: "Hold on, Maria; stop me!!!" "Hold on to what, you ole fool, stop yerself!"] [Illustration: "Them--was--briars--Maria!!" "Think--I'm--'s--big--fool--as--you?"] [Illustration: "Hol'--on--Maria--hol'--on." "I--won't--ol'--fool!"] [Illustration: "Are you there, Maria?" "What's left of me's here!" "Hol' on tight, Maria, we may start agin any minit!" "I wish _you_ would, and never stop!"] [Illustration: "Well, you're a nice lookin' objeck, Maria." "If I look half as bad as you, I want to die right here!"] [Illustration: _Voices of the night_: "You ole fool, I wish I'd never seen you." "Fool who? You proposed it, Maria!" etc., etc.] [Illustration: Antonio and Jeremiah, an inharmonious tale.] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe.] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"I 'clar it's a shame to burn up a good suit ov cloze like dem, jist when de man's gittin well, too!!"] [Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"Foh de lan's sake! I haint got a match! and dey aint a house widin a mile ov dis!! Have to go git one though!"] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe, the Wanderer:--"Well, here's luck! The gen'l'min's gone in ter swim and fergot to cum out. Looks as if they'd jist fit me!"] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I hope these cloze won't be as hard ter git out of as they was to git in ter! I'll jist give him my ole uns soze he'll have _somethin'_ to wear!"] [Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"Jerusalem de golden! I never see a suit ov cloze go to pieces quick ez dat suit of cloze did; dey must be jist chock full er germs!" (_Dizzy Joe takes in the situation._)] [Illustration: Voice from behind the fence:--"Lemme out!!! Come back you black sinner and help me out!! Help!! Murder!!"] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I-didn't-expect-to-have-to-take no bath-this-year-but-if-I-must--] [Illustration: . . . .--I must."] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I don't believe Adam and Eve ever made no suit of cloze outer leaves. I'd like ter ketch that black hyena that burned up my Sunday duds."] [Illustration: (_A month later._) Mr. Peter Hisites:--"This _is_ great. The quiet solitude of the mighty woods _and_ a good lunch is what fits _me_."] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"Excuse me, sir! I--whatsermatter?"] [Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I was only about to remark, sir, when you slipped off the log, that I would like to buy one of them sangwishes if you'll take my note for it at thirty days."] [Illustration: Mr. Peter Hisites (_ten minutes later_):--"Do you catch on? We'll make fifty dollars a week apiece and our board an' washin' out of it!"] [Illustration: Mr. Peter Hisites:--"As I was sayin', there's more'n one way of wearin' a coat."]