Scene: The bar parlour of the Prince George, Brighton. Pipes and beer all round. An old salt saying:—
"I've got a riddle to ask you chaps. If a 'erring and a 'alf cost three farthings 'ow many could you buy for sixpence?"
Profound silence, and much puffing of pipes. Presently a voice from the corner:—
"I say, Bill, did you say 'errings?"
"Yes, I said 'errings."
"Drat it, I've been a-reckoning of mackerel all this 'ere time!"
"An' phwat are yez a-doin' wid that pig in the sea?"
"Shure, an' I'm a makin' salt pork av him afore I kill him."