“That don’t tempt me,” I says. “I’d just as soon try and eat a raw mushrat as a Welsh rabbit.”
“Well, we got to be goin’ in,” says Hatch.
“Good night,” says Mrs. Hatch; “and I wisht you was comin’ with us.”
The pitcher we seen was called The Fly Cop . Don’t never waste a dime on it. They ain’t a laugh in the whole show!