Mrs. P.—“The men and the theater, I suppose.”
Mrs. H.—“Patience, what are they seeing up there?”
Patience.—“Ne’er a timid wench, I vum.”
Mrs. C.—“You don’t approve of their going, do you, Patience?”
Patience.—“Thee’lt find a hearth more profit. Better they cast the bit of paper.”
Mrs. C.—“What does she mean by paper? Their programmes?”
Patience.—“Painted parchment squares.”
Mrs. P.—“Oh, she means they’d better stay at home and play cards.”
Mrs. H.—“Are they likely to get their morals corrupted at that show?”
Patience.—“He who tickleth the ass to start a braying, fain would carol with his brother.”