Pomp shifted from one foot to the other, and stared vacantly out of the window, but said nothing.
“Don't you know?”
“'Pears like I don't 'member him, Mass' Frank.”
Here Frank had recourse to a system of mnemonics frequently resorted to by teachers in their extremity.
“What's the name of the little insect that stings people sometimes, Pomp?”
“Wasp, Mass' Frank,” was the confident reply.
“No, I don't mean that. I mean the bee.”
“Yes, Mass' Frank.”
“Well, this is B.”
Pomp looked at it attentively, and, after a pause, inquired, “Where's him wings, Mass' Frank?”