‘Oh, ma’am, I’ve got such a pain in my head.’
‘Of course you’ve got a headache, lying like that in the sun. Why don’t you get away and run home?’
‘I ain’t got a home.’
‘Then, what are you doing here?’ said the Mayor.
‘Nothin’,’ said the boy.
‘So it seems,’ said the Vicar.
‘Where’s your father?’ asked the actress,
‘I ain’t got one.’
‘Then, where’s your mother?’
‘Gone off with a tramp, and she took brother with her.’