Swampy: “Pint o’ flour?”
Boss: “Naw. Short ourselves.”
Swampy: “Bit o’ tea or sugar, boss?”
Boss: “Naw—what next?”
Swampy: “Bit o’ baccer, boss. Ain’t had a smoke for a week.”
Boss: “Naw. Ain’t got enough for meself till the wagon comes out.”
Swampy: “Ah, well! It’s hot, ain’t it, boss?”
Boss: “Yes-it’s hot.”
Swampy: “Country very dry?”
Boss: “Yes. Looks like it.”