“What’s your name, sir?” inquired the judge.

“Sam Weller, my Lord,” replied that gentleman.

“Do you spell it with a ‘V’ or a ‘W’?” inquired the judge.

“That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord,” replied Sam; “I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice in my life, but I spells it with a ‘V.’ ”

Here a voice in the gallery exclaimed aloud, “Quite right too, Samivel, quite right. Put it down a ‘we,’ my Lord, put it down a ‘we.’ ”

“Who is that, who dares address the court?” said the little judge, looking up. “Usher.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Bring that person here instantly.”

“Yes, my Lord.”