“Worse than that, Joe!” said the old lady, who had thought this the extreme limit of human atrocity. “Who was it, Joe? I insist upon knowing.”
The fat boy looked cautiously round, and having concluded his survey, shouted in the old lady’s ear:
“Miss Rachael.”
“What!” said the old lady, in a shrill tone. “Speak louder.”
“Miss Rachael,” roared the fat boy.
“My da’ater!”
The train of nods which the fat boy gave by way of assent, communicated a blanc-mange-like motion to his fat cheeks.
“And she suffered him!” exclaimed the old lady.
A grin stole over the fat boy’s features as he said: