"You're flabby an' soft, me pore lad," grinned the old man. "Flabby as a babby an' soft as a woman an' fat as a—"
Joe reached out very suddenly, and picking up the old man, armchair and all, shook him to and fro until he croaked for mercy.
"Lor' gorramighty!" he panted, as Joe set him down again.
"Fat, am I?" demanded Joe, scowling.
"Fat as a 'og—fat as forty bloomin' 'ogs!" cried the old man vindictively. "An' what's more, your wind's all gone—you couldn't go five rounds wi' a good 'un!"
"Couldn't I?"
"No!" shrieked the Old Un, "you'd be 'anging on an' blowing like a grampus!"
"Should I?"
"Ah—like a grampus!"
"Right-o!" nodded Joe, turning away, "no jam for your tea to-night."