Polly.—Uncle, you won't forget the dollar?
Punch.—No. Now I want you to spell sugar. (She tries and fails.) Follow me my child—now, s-u-g-a-r. (She repeats the letters but fails to tell what they spell.)
Punch.—What does that spell?
Polly.—I don't know.
Punch.—What does your mother put in her tea?
Polly.—A spoon!
Punch.—Bah! sugar my child.
Polly.—Uncle, don't forget the dollar.
Punch.—I'll not forget it—now, Polly, follow me—(he proceeds and she repeats) m-i-l-k—what does that spell?
Polly.—Sugar.