“A little boy who gave his order.”
The Senator replied: “I am that boy.”
Jack’s mother had been walking up and down the piazza with him repeating Mother Goose. She began the “Solomon Grundy” one, going through it rapidly without taking breath, ending laughingly:
“Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
And that was the end
Of Solomon Grundy.”
Jack took his thumb out of his mouth, looked reprovingly at his mother and said: