"Hullo, pop!" he said, addressing the Idiot as he entered the house.
"'HULLO, SONNY! HAD A GOOD TIME?'"
"Hullo, sonny!" replied the Idiot, observing the swollen eye. "Had a good time?"
"Yep," said the boy; "pretty good."
"Been fighting?" suggested the Idiot.
"Not so very much," said the boy; "only a little." And he began to sing a popular air, as if he didn't care much about life in general, and didn't mind an aching eye, which was rapidly, by its inflammation, giving away the fact that he had met with trouble.
"What did you learn at Sunday-school?" asked the Idiot.
"More blessed to give than to receive," said Tommy.