“What Bait are yer usin’, Billie?”
“Cheese.”
“What are yer tryin’ ter catch—Mice?”
A BI-METALLISTIC DISCUSSION.
Jim. “What’s this ere ‘Bi-metallism,’ Bill?”
Bill (of superior intelligence). “Well, yer see, Jim, it’s heither a Licensed Wittlers’ or a Teetotal Dodge. The Wages’ll be paid in Silver, and no more Coppers. So you can’t get no arf-pint nor hanythink under a Sixpence or a Thrip’ny. Then you heither leaves it alone, and takes to Water like a Duck, or you runs up a score.”
Jim. “Ah! But if there ain’t no more Coppers, ’ow about the ’Buses and the Hunderground Rileway?”
Bill (profoundly). “Ah!” [Left sitting.