"I hope not; I truly hope not.

But I will tell you what a liar is.

I knew a liar once--a little boy who lived in Cape Town, in Short Market Street.

His mother and I sat together one day, discoursing about our souls.
"'Here, Sampson,' said his mother, 'go and buy sixpence of meiboss from the Malay round the corner.' "When he came back she said: 'How much have you got ?' "'Five,' he said.
"He was afraid if he said six and a half she'd ask for some.

And, my friends, that was a lie.