Second Gossip. “Nivver as much as inside t’house. But nobbut wait till we hev’ a Funeral of us own, an’ we’ll show ’em!”
SO THAT DOESN’T COUNT.
“Are you sure they’re quite Fresh?” “Wot a Question to arst! Can’t yer see they’re Alive?”
“Yes; but you’re Alive, you know!”
A SUNDAY DINNER.
Father of Family (who has accidentally shot the leg of a Fowl under the table). “Mind t’Dog doesn’t get it!”
Young Hopeful (triumphantly). “All right, Feyther! I’ve gotten me Foot on it!”
