“Little Boy, where did you come from?”
“Up there.”
“From that cloud?” (The diplomat looking at the ceiling with pained amazement.)
“Yes.”
“Let—me—see,” said the girl dreamily. “What comes next? We mustn't lose it.”
“Do you like gum?” he supplied quickly. (The ambassadorial eyes began to protrude.)
“What's gum?”
“Chewing-gum, of course. But alas! I haven't any with me,” lamented Carlo. “Then there was something about a tiger.
“Oh, yes! I'm a tiger in my cage. Gr-rr-rr-rr! If I could get out I'd eat you up, Little Boy.”
“Of course!