“How comes it about that you are so cut and bruised? I see you have had your wounds plastered.”
“Yes, your worship. The surgeon, he sewed up the wust place.”
“And your dear good friend and chum, and school companion, and comrade in learning ‘Vital spark of heavenly flame,’ did that, I presume?”
“No, sir, it was the surgeon did it.”
“What, cut your head open?”
“No, sir; sewed it up.”
“Then who cut your head open?”
“Nobody, sir.”
“Someone must have done it. This evasion only makes the case worse.”
“Nobody did it at all. It was the Brazil nuts.”