“No, taint hard. It’s impossible.” Another laugh.
“This one’s kind of spiritless, that’s certain.”
“Couldn’t be the other way—in his case.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you know the secret of his birth?”
“No! has he got a secret of his birth?”
“You bet he has.”
“What is it?”
“His father was a wax-figger.”
Allen came strolling by where the pair were sitting; stopped, and said to the tinner;