We finally compromised.
He was to take everything of any value if he would only let me--I mean
if I would only let him up.
He took all the silverware off the sideboard and began to pack it up.
Just then my little Josephine called from the cradle.
"Say," says my visitor, "I've spotted this house for two weeks and
didn't know you had a baby. If you call that sharp-nosed woman, wifie,
and that kid yonder, baby, I guess you're blessed enough and in need of
sleep. Let's call it a draw. Thank Heaven I ain't married."
"You'll be sorry you didn't get married, if you don't," says I.
"That's all right," says he, "I'd a heap rather that I wasn't, than be
married and sorry that I was."
Well, after much mutual congratulation, the midnight visitor finally
took his leave.