“Shall we dine indoors, then, my Lord?” said the Vicar.
“Oh, no, no, NO!” said the Bishop impatiently.
The Vicar sat down upon his chair. William collected a handful of acorns and began to drop them one by one upon the Vicar’s bald head. He did this simply because he could not help it. The sight of the Vicar’s bald head was irresistible. Each time an acorn struck the Vicar’s bald head it bounced up into the air, and the Vicar put up his hand and rubbed his head. At first he tried to continue his conversation on the state of the parish finances with the Bishop, but his replies became distrait and incoherent. He moved his chair slightly. William moved the position of his arm and continued to drop acorns.
At last the Bishop noticed it.
“The acorns seem to be falling,” he said.
The Vicar rubbed his head again.
“Don’t they?” he said.
“Rather early,” commented the Bishop.
“Isn’t it?” he said as another acorn bounced upon his head.
The Bishop began to take quite an interest in the unusual phenomenon.