A wild wonder racked his little soul.

She had said that his mother was not his mother, and that his father was a prince.

The tidings capped the glory of an effulgent day.
When he sneaked home late Mrs.Button, who had learned how he had misspent his time, gave him a merciless thrashing.

Why should he be trapesing about with Sunday schools, she asked, with impolite embroidery, while his poor little brothers and sisters were crying in the street?
She would learn him to Mess about with parsons and Sunday-school teachers.

She was in process of "learning" him when Mr.
Button entered.