"How's that?" asked Chubbins.
"Have you noticed how smooth I am?" inquired the sugar man.
"Yes," replied the boy. "Why is it?"
"I POSE AS ONE OF THE NOBILITY"
"Why, I'm frosted, that's the reason. No one here suspects it, and I'm considered very respectable; but the truth is, I'm just coated over with frosting, and not solid sugar at all."
"What's inside you?" asked Chubbins.
"That," answered the man, "I do not know. I've never dared to find out. For if I broke my frosting to see what I'm stuffed with, every one else would see too, and I would be disgraced and ruined."
"Perhaps you're cake," suggested the boy.
"Perhaps so," answered the man, sadly. "Please keep my secret, for only those who are solid loaf-sugar are of any account in this country, and at present I am received in the best society, as you see."