"Are you asleep, my little boy?"
"I should think sae!"
"Do you feel comfortable?"
"No that ill. What was ye speering for?"
"Ha! a cautious boy! You observe, ladies and gentlemen, how remarkably the natural character is developed during the operation of the mesmeric trance. An English boy, I assure you, would have given me a very different reply. Let us now proceed to another test. You see, I take him by the hand, and at the same time introduce this piece of lump sugar into my own mouth. Remark how instantaneously the muscles of his face are affected. My little fellow, what is that you are eating?"
"Sweeties."
"Where did you get them?"
"What's yeer bizziness?"
"Well, well—we must not irritate him. Let us now change the experiment—how do you like this?"
"Fich!—proots!—Ye nastie fellie, if ye pit saut in ma mooth, I'll hit ye a duff in the muns!"