"Oh, that one!" says Tommy, as if dimly remembering, "the circus one! The one with the round house. I didn't like that either."
"It is rather ghastly for a child," says his mother.
"That's not the one with the gas," puts in Tommy. "The one with the gas is just close to it, and has got Pilate's wife in it. She's very nice."
"But why didn't you like the other?" asks his father. "I think it one of the best there."
"Well, I don't," says Tommy, evidently grieved at having to differ from his father; but filled with a virtuous determination to stick to the truth through thick and thin.
"No?"
"'Tis unfair," says Tommy.
"That has been allowed for centuries," says his father.
"Then why don't they change it?"
"Change what?" asks Mr. Monkton, feeling a little puzzled. "How can one change now the detestable cruelties—or the abominable habits of the dark ages?"