Stout Coster. “Where are yer goin’ to, Bill?”
Bill. “Inter the Country for a nice Drive, bein’ Bank ’Olidy.”
Stout Coster. “Same ’ere. I sy! don’t yer think we might swop Misseses just for a few Hours? It would be so much kinder to the Hanimile!”
Sexton (to a Divine, who was spending his holidays in the country, and who, on the sudden illness of the Village Parson, volunteered to take the duties). “A worse Preacher would have done for us, Sir, but we couldn’t get one!”
ZOOLOGY.
“That’s a Porkypine, Sarah.”
“No, it ain’t, Bill. It’s a Orstridge!”
