They were at dinner and the dainties were on the table.
“Will you take tart or pudding?” asked Papa of Tommy.
“Tart,” said Tommy promptly.
His father sighed as he recalled the many lessons on manners he had given the boy.
“Tart, what?” he queried kindly.
But Tommy’s eyes were glued on the pastry.
“Tart, what?” asked the father again, sharply this time.
“Tart, first,” answered Tommy triumphantly.
