“Come away, Nellie, come away! I can’t stand it no longer. The sight an’ smell o’ them cakes make me desperit.”
TO BE ENVIED.
“Hey, Jimmy, dat shop’s mighty lucky dese hard times.”
THAT’S WHERE THE IRON ENTERED.
“Jimmy, it ain’t the walue o’ the dorg w’ot I’m a-thinkin’ of, although that’s enough to break one’s heart, but it’s the chicking an’ the party o’ four grasses w’ot he’s got on his insides!”
LOST HER PASS.
Boy (on extreme right of picture, to sister): “Wot have yer did wid de pennies w’ot I giv yer ter save fer de ice cream?”