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“What a funny sign!” thought Boy. “I wonder what it means?” and he was still wondering when a Butcher’s Bill passed. He was a very tall boy and carried a butcher’s tray on his shoulder. Of course, he was whistling—all butcher boys do—but he stopped when he saw Boy and came up to where he was standing.
“Can you tell me what that means, please?” asked Boy, pointing to the sign.
“Can’t you read?” asked the Butcher’s Bill.
“Not Greek,” replied Boy. “That is Greek, isn’t it?” he asked; for it looked to him very much like an inscription that he had once seen carved over a big building in London, and which his Uncle had told him was Greek.
“Greek! your grandmother!” exclaimed the Butcher’s Bill rudely. “It’s Upside Downish.”
“What’s that?” asked Boy.
“I’ll tell you if you promise me your vote,” said the Butcher’s Bill.
“I’m very sorry,” replied Boy, “but I’ve already given it.”