"Indeed, I can think of no just parallel; you are like no one I ever saw or heard. But your speech and actions often do not match your looks."
"And your looks don't match your words or actions!" she retorted, "you speak s' very grand and look s' very—s' very—"
"What?" I questioned anxiously.
"I don't know. 'T isn't a scarecrow—scarecrow's clothes fits better—but you looks an' acts like nobody as ever I see afore."
"At the very first opportunity I will certainly purchase better garments!" quoth I, scowling down at the noxious things that covered me.
"With no money?" she scoffed.
"I have my watch!" quoth I.
"They'll think as you prigs it and hand you over to the narks an' queer cuffins—"
"That sounds very terrible; what do you mean?"
"I means the plastramengroes."