“Why, miss, the site of your pretty face just about flabbergasted me. How are you?” ses I.
“Quite well, thank you” ses she, very stiffly.
“And your mother?”
“—er mother is pretty well” ses she.
“Your father.”
“Papa is—er—about the same” ses she.
“Mr. Johnny?”
“Still dy-et-ing, Delia.”
“And Mr. James——”
“James——well, Delia, nun of us are very well. James ses he has intygischun.”