"Really, your worship," exploded Robinet, "this is simply ridiculous!"
"Upon my word, Robinet," said the Mayor, "I don't know what's the matter with you. Here's a poor girl unwell,—and a more hard-working girl isn't in the town,—and instead of sympathising with her, and saying you're sorry, you call it ridiculous! Suppose you had a headache yourself! You wouldn't like——"
"But it is ridiculous," maintained the tanner stoutly. " Who ever heard of an executioner having a nervous headache? There's no precedent for it. And 'out of sorts,' too! Suppose the criminals said they were out of sorts, and didn't feel up to being executed?"
"Well, suppose they did," replied the Mayor, "we'd try and meet them half-way, I daresay. They'd have to be executed some time or other, you know. Why on
