One of the little fellows looked up and promptly answered, “Sir?”
“See,” said the father, “how polite. Two very polite undt spunky poys.”
By and by he called out again, “Poys!” and the other little chap looked up from his play and responded, “Sir?”
Again the father proudly commended them to his companion, saying, “How polite, how polite.”
A third time he ventured to put them to the test, as he said, “Just to show you vat two polite undt spunky poys I haf,” and called out, “poys!”
One of the little fellows straightened himself up at this, and shaking his fist at the old man, called out:
“Look here, old man, if you don’t stop your blame hollerin’ at us, I’ll come in there an’ bust your head with a brick.”
“See!” exclaimed the delighted father, “spunky, spunky! Two very polite undt spunky poys.”
Passing by a mill-pond in winter time, and observing a parcel of boys skating right under and around a DANGER sign which had been erected there, a gentleman looked up the miller and expostulated with him for allowing it.