"Look! There's another fly. Look at 'em fight; look at 'em!"
"Madam," said the man, putting aside a newspaper and looking around, "what's the matter with that young hyena?"
The woman blushed, stammered out something, and attempted to smooth back the boy's hair.
"One fly, two flies, three flies," said the boy, innocently, following with his eyes a basket of oranges carried by a newsboy.
"Here, you young hedgehog," said the bald-headed man, "if you don't hush,
I'll have the conductor put you off the train."
The poor woman, not knowing what else to do, boxed the boy's ears, and then gave him an orange to keep him from crying.
"Ma, have I got red marks on my head?"
"I'll whip you again, if you don't hush."
"Mister," said the boy, after a short silence, "does it hurt to be bald- headed?"
"Youngster," said the man, "if you'll keep quiet, I'll give you a quarter."