'Pore devil!'
'Don't envy 'im, m'self!'
As one giving her credentials, she went on, 'I'm a Pore Law Guardian——'
'Think o' that, now! Gracious me!'
A friendly person in the crowd turned upon the scoffer.
'Shut up, cawn't yer.'
'Not fur you!
Further statements on the part of the orator were drowned by—
'Go 'ome and darn your ol' man's stockin's.'
'Just clean yer own doorstep.'