Why won’t it ’ave dried?
Farncombe.
I mean he will have become celebrated before it has dried.
Mrs. Upjohn.
’Is pictures never do dry, you mean?
Roper.
No, no, Ma!
Mrs. Upjohn.
’Owever, it doesn’t matter. ’E isn’t even goin’ to put ’er name to it.
Roper.