“I don’t mean to preach; but I hope,” says the doctor, gravely shaking his head, “that this escape may have a good effect upon you, Riderhood.”

The patient’s discontented growl of a reply is not intelligible; his daughter, however, could interpret, if she would, that what he says is, he “don’t want no Poll-Parroting.”

Mr. Riderhood next demands his shirt; and draws it on over his head (with his daughter’s help) exactly as if he had just had a fight.

“Warn’t it a steamer?” he pauses to ask her.

“Yes, father.”

“I’ll have the law on her, bust her! and make her pay for it.”