“Eh?”
To which the pupil repeated his request.
AFRAID OF A POLYPUS.
“Then stand on your head; don’t you see that all the light here comes from the skylight? How am I to look into your nose?”
(This was true, for there were no side-lights in the amphitheatre.)
“Where do you live?” continued the doctor.
“Bartholomew Close, sir.”
“At what time do you get up?”
“At eight.”