“‘FIX DUSTERS! MAKE READY! AIM! DUST!’”
“Excuse me, uncle,” said the nephew, with extreme deference, “but I should just like to ask you one question. Will you let me?”
“What is it?” said the papa, in the grimmest kind of manner he could put on.
“Ah, brother!” murmured the niece; for she knew that he was rather sarcastic, and she was afraid that something ironical was coming.
“THE GENERAL-IN-CHIEF USED TO GO BEHIND THE CHURCH AND CRY.”
“Well, I just wanted to ask whether this story was about the fairy godmother, or about the Prince and Princess.”