"Boys," said Joe, suddenly, "does it hurt a fat woman to jump on her?"
"Don't know," answered Harry. "What do you ask for?"
"Oh, nothing," said Joe. "Only when I was jumping from one canal-boat to another while I was a mule, I landed awfully heavy on a fat woman who was sleeping on deck."
"What did she do?" asked Harry.
"She didn't do anything. She just said, 'Go way wid you now, Pathrick,' as if she was half asleep and dreaming. Pathrick must be in the habit of jumping on her."
"Well, if she likes it, that's her business, not yours," suggested Harry. "Go to sleep, do!"
"I am going to sleep; but I don't think we ought to spend our nights in getting run down by steamboats and jumping on strange fat women. I'm sure it isn't right. There, you needn't throw any more shoes at me! I won't say another word."
