"Box o' matches, sir?"
"No," said Babcock, loftily, "don't smoke."
"Well," remarked the boy, sympathetically, "if you'll buy a box, guv'nor, I don't mind teachin' yer."
As we sauntered along we came upon a diminutive girl who was wheeling a perambulator, in which was a very young child.
As the vehicle was being pushed dangerously near the edge of a somewhat steep curb, I was alarmed, and ventured to faintly remind her that the little one was in danger of being thrown out.
The girl looked up in my face, and, in a tone of utter and complete indifference, replied:
"It don't matter, mister; it ain't our kid."
And it was on the same afternoon that I saw an amusing mix-up, as well as had my recollection of a life upon the ocean wave revived.