Tale I—Prolog.
This little Boy looks as if he had On his Father’s clothes. Maybe he Has not had Anything to Eat for a Month. He is Sitting on a Stool. He is Waiting for Something. His hands are clasped over his Stomach. Can he be Waiting for his Thanksgiving Dinner? What a Queer little Boy to Wait so Patiently? If he were to Cry, he would get his Dinner Sooner, wouldn’t he?
