Mrs. F.—Why, Junior, what is this?
Mrs. W.—Come, come, Dicky, aren’t you ashamed of such——
Dicky (Howling)—W-well, it’s h-his fault. He said I was a five-letter word meaning a human being with inferior intelligence and wit!
Junior—And he called me a four-letter word meaning an invisible particle of matter!
Dicky—And that’s what you are.
(They mix it up once more and are disentangled with difficulty.)
Mrs. F.—I think we had better be going, Mrs. Wordsworth. I’m so sorry.
Mrs. W.—Male progeny will be male progeny, you know.
(Mrs. F. drags Junior away.)
Dicky—(Yelling after him with much feeling)—ATOM!!