"You mean 'as the flow cries!'" corrected the man of law.
The judge leaned forward. "No," he remarked suavely, "he means 'as the fly crows.'"
And they all looked at one another, feeling that something was wrong somewhere.
A lawyer was examining a Scottish farmer. "You'll affirm that when this happened you were going home to a meal. Let us be quite certain on this point, because it is a very important one. Be good enough to tell me, sir, with as little prevarication as possible, what meal it was you were going home to."
"You would like to know what meal it was?" said the Scotsman.
"Yes, sir; I should like to know," replied the counsel, sternly and impressively. "Be sure you tell the truth."
"Well, then, it was just oatmeal."
A boy of eight entered the witness-box in tremendous boots, long trousers rolled up so that the baggy knees were at the ankles, and a swallow-tail coat that swept the floor.