r 'im, but began to go downstairs, saying 'goo'-night'
as 'e went, and he'd got pretty near to the bottom when he suddenly
wondered wot 'e was going downstairs for instead of up, and lading
gently at 'is foolishness for making sich a mistake 'e went upstairs
agin. His surprise when 'e see Dick Weed and Mrs. Weed and the baby all
in 'is bed pretty near took 'is breath away.

"'Wot are you doing in my bed?' he ses.

"'It's our bed,' ses Dick, trembling all over with rage. 'I've told you
afore you've come into the wrong 'ouse.'

"'Wrong 'ouse,' ses Job, staring round the room. 'I b'leeve you're
right. Goo'-night, Dick; goo'-night, Mrs. Weed; goo'-night, baby.'

"Dick jumped out of bed then and tried to push 'im out of the room, but
'e was a very small man, and Job just stood there and wondered wot he
was doing. Mrs. Weed and the baby both started screaming one against the
other, and at last Dick pushed the window open and called out for help.

"They 'ad the neighbours in then, and the trouble they 'ad to get Job
downstairs wouldn't be believed. Mrs. Pottle went for 'is wife at last,
and then Job went 'ome with 'er like a lamb, asking 'er where she'd been
all the evening, and saying 'e'd been looking for 'er everywhere.

"There was such a to-do about it in the village next morning that Job
Brown was fairly scared. All the wimmen was out at their doors talking
about it, and saying wot a shame it was and 'ow silly Mrs. Weed was
to put up with it. Then old Mrs. Gumm, 'er grandmother, who was
eighty-eight years old, stood outside Job's 'ouse nearly all day,
shaking 'er stick at 'im and daring of 'im to come out. Wot with Mrs.
Gumm and the little crowd watching 'er all day and giving 'er good
advice, which she wouldn't take, Job was afraid to show 'is nose outside
the door.

"He wasn't like hisself that night up at the Cauliflower. 'E sat up in
the corner and wouldn't take any notice of anybody, and it was easy to
see as he was thoroughly ashamed of hisself.

"'Cheer up, Job,' says Bill Chambers, at last; 'you ain't the fust man
as has made a fool of hisself.'

"'Mind your own business,' ses Job Brown, 'and I'll mind mine.'

"'Why don't you leave 'im alone, Bill?' ses Henery White; 'you can see
the man is worried because the baby can't talk.'

"'Oh,' ses Bill, 'I thought 'e was worried because 'is wife could.'

"All the chaps, except Job, that is, laughed at that; but Job 'e got up
and punched the table, and asked w