A QUESTION OF TASTE
Liz (to Emily). "Mind yer, it's all roight so fur as it goes. All I sez is, it wants a fevver or two, or a bit o' plush somewhares, to give it what I call stoyle!"
The Land of the 'Arry'uns.—'Am'stead 'eath.
When a vulgar husband drops his h's, a good wife drops her eyes.
