"Who was Nimrod?" Mrs. Snagsby repeatedly inquires of herself. "Who was that lady--that creature? And who is that boy?" Now, Nimrod being as dead as the mighty hunter whose name Mrs. Snagsby has appropriated, and the lady being unproducible, she directs her mental eye, for the present, with redoubled vigilance to the boy. "And who," quoth Mrs. Snagsby for the thousand and first time, "is that boy? Who is that--!" And there Mrs. Snagsby is seized with an inspiration.

"Who was that lady - that creature?" Mrs. Snagsby repeatedly inquires of herself. "And who is that boy?" The lady being unproducible, she directs her mental eye with redoubled vigilance to the boy. And she is seized with an inspiration.
