Soldier. "OF COURSE I WON'T; BUT I'LL PUNCH YOUR HEAD IF YOU DONT MOVE OFF."
UNLUCKY THIS TIME.
Ingenious Youth. "OH! SUCH A LARK, BILL! I'VE BIN AND FILLED AN OLD COVE'S LETTER-BOX WITH GOOSEBERRY SKINS AND HOYSTER SHELLS,—AND RAPPED LIKE A POSTMAN!"
Old Cove. "HAVE YOU?"
GOOD NEWS.
"WELL, JIM, HAVE YOU HEARD THE LATEST INTELLIGENCE?"
"NO, VAT IS IT?"
"VY, COMMON GARDEN THEAYTER'S TO BE TURNED INTO A HOPERA FOR THE MILLION! AIN'T THAT PRIME?"