"Well, my little man, I don't remember that I saw you."
"O, I was there;" and Tommy thrust his hands down to the bottom of his pockets, and strutted up the space between the children and the comical old fiddler.
"I did see a very nice-looking little gentleman—"
"That was me," pompously added Tommy.
"He was stalking up Broadway. He thought everybody was looking at and admiring him; but such was not the case. He looked just like—just like—"
"Like me?" asked Tommy.
"Like a sick monkey," replied the fiddler.
"Go on with your story."
"I will, children. Several years ago I was in New York. It is a great city; if you don't believe it, ask Master Tommy Woggs."
"You tell the truth, Mr. Fiddler. It is a great city, and I have been all over it, and can speak from observation," replied Master Woggs.