The public-spirited lady met the little boy on the street. Something about his appearance halted her. She stared at him in her near-sighted way.
THE LADY - "Little boy, haven't you any home?"
THE LITTLE BOY - "Oh, yes'm; I've got a home."
THE LADY - "And loving parents?"
THE LITTLE BOY - "Yes'm."
THE LADY - "I'm afraid you do not know what love really is. Do your parents look after your moral welfare?"
THE LITTLE BOY - "Yes'm."
THE LADY - "Are they bringing you up to be a good and helpful citizen?"
THE LITTLE BOY - "Yes'm."
THE LADY - "Will you ask your mother to come and hear me talk on 'When Does a Mother's Duty to Her Child Begin?' next Saturday afternoon, at three o'clock, at Lyceum Hall?"
THE LITTLE BOY (explosively) - "What's th' matter with you ma! Don't you know me? I'm your little boy!"
