THE TERRIBLE SMALL BOY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXI, Issue XXVI, 24 December 1898, Page 820

THE TERRIBLE SMALL BOY.

The other day a chemist was awakened about one o'clock in the morning by a boy clamouring at his shop door. Opening his bedroom window, lie saw a small boy, who was gesticulating wildly. ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired the chemist. ‘1 want a penn’orth o' camphorated chloroform for t’ toothache,’ howled the lad. The chemist was not overjoyed when he found how small the order was for which he had been so rudely awakened from his slumber, but taking pity’ on the sufferer, he dressed himself and went downstairs to supply’ the much-desired relief. While measuring the drug, he could not help doing a growl at the lad. ‘lt’s like your cheek,’ he observed, ‘to wake me up at this time of the night for a paltry pennyworth of chloroform.’ ‘Oh. is it?' said the boy’, resentfully, ‘then I’ll take my’ custom somewhere else. Yon can keep your chloroform. I won’t have it now for your impudence.’ And he didn’t. He went off quite indignantly, nursing his jaw, to wake up another chemist.