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!"