"When I was a god, big lady."
"When you were what?"
"He means," said Mr. Tom Morgan, "when he had a seat in the gallery of the theatre at a pantomime, I suppose."
"Oh yes.—Are you a good boy?"
"No, ma'am; very wicked. For 'there is none that doeth good and sinneth not, no, not one.'"
The elderly men-people behind laughed loudly and heartily.
"What do you think of that, Dawson?" said one, nudging the other in the ribs.
"Good, good!—Capital, Mrs. Morgan!"
But Miss Scraggs said, "Dreadful!"
"What are you going to be when you grow up to manhood?" continued Mrs. Morgan.