"What has a wooden leg got to do with it?"
"Nothing at all. I merely mentioned that it is a misfortune to have a wooden leg."
"I should think it would be hard to bear," said Billy, sympathetically.
"No, because it's already bare. But I shouldn't complain, I make my living on it."
"Your living—how can that be?"
"I guess you don't know who I am?" and the little man struck an attitude.
"No, I don't."
"I am Mumbledy Peg, Bogie Man's Official Potato Masher."
"Ugh," said Billy, in disgust, "how dirty!"
"Dirty—why?"