B. C. Bilious Call. (In surprise.)
TEACHER. There is no such proper name as “Bilious.” Your name is probably William.
J. C. He’s my brother Bill anyway, and ef I’m Julius he’s Bilious, ain’t we?
TEACHER. Silence I want no impudence from any of my pupils. (JULIUS, silenced but not convinced, shakes his head and gesticulates to his friends, all of whom show him their sympathy with his views.) What is your name, my dear?
Z. S. Zenobia Snellings, may it please you, sir. (Makes low courtesy.)
TEACHER. Are you a native of this place?
Z. S. Yes, sir—part of the year.
TEACHER. Part of the year! What do you mean?
Z. S. Vacations I spend with Aunt Nancy at __________ . (Supply a neighboring town.)
(Interruption in the shape of DANIEL WEBSTER TOMKINS, who rushes in out of breath and trips over the threshold, upsetting lunch basket, revealing contents.)