ON HIS HONEYMOON TOO!
Man with Sand Ponies. "Now then, Mister, you an' the young lady, a pony apiece? 'Ere y'are!"
Snobley (loftily). "Aw—I'm not accustomed to that class of animal."
Man (readily). "Ain't yer, sir? Ne' mind." (To boy.) "'Ere, Bill, look sharp! Gent'll have a donkey!"