“I would like to read, muvver.”
Nancy produced her book.
“A cat sat on a mat. A fat rat sat on a mat,” she proclaimed aloud.
“No, darling, if you’re going to read you must read to yourself. The gentleman opposite isn’t reading his paper aloud.”
“Why isn’t he?”
“Because it might worry other people and wouldn’t be good manners.”
“Is that gentleman good manners?”
“Of course, he has. Hush, darling, don’t go on asking silly questions.”
“When I make a rude noise with my mouf I put my hand up and say ‘Pardon.’”
“Of course.”