Under Surveillance.

An old Scotch lady looked out of the carriage window as the train drew into the station, and, hailing a little boy, said: “Little boy, are you good?”

“Yes'm.”

“Parents living?”

“Yes'm.”

“Go to Sunday school?”

“Yes'm.”

“Then I think I can trust you. Run with this penny and get me a bun, and remember, God sees you!”