D. W. T. Has bell rang?
TEACHER (severely pointing to the door). Try that again, Daniel.
D. W. T. I got enough of it that time. Let some other feller try it. (Rubbing knees and elbows.)
TEACHER. Sit down, sir.
D. W. T. Wait till I pick up some of these cold wittles round here.
TEACHER (resuming). Next, what shall I call you?
V. M. W. Venus Matildy Weeks. I’m her sister. (Pointing.)
TEACHER. Her name’s Snellings and yours Weeks; how’s that?
V. M. W. Well, we didn’t used to be any relation, but we married her mother—me and my father.
TEACHER. Oh, I see a second marriage. Who are you? (Silence.) I mean the boy with red hair. (Boys nudge and girls giggle.)