"Uncle, just tell me—why was 'at little boy crying vis morning?"
"Which little boy?"
"Ve one in 'e road."
"Oh, that one. Well, he was crying because his uncle hadn't had any sleep all night, and when he tried to go to sleep in the afternoon——"
"Say prehaps again."
My first rejected contribution! I sighed and had another shot. "Well, then," I said gallantly, "it must have been because he hadn't got a sweet little girl of three to play with him."
"Yes," said Margery, nodding her head thoughtfully, "'at was it."
TO JOCK
(ON CHOOSING A PROFESSION)