(Host.)—“Enough. Fall-to.”
(They fall-to.)
(Little boy in tatters, pausing.)—“I shan’t fall two, I’ll fall three or four.”
(Another little boy, in worse tatters.)—“So shall I.”
(First little boy.)—“I say, Jim, wot would mother say if she was here?”
(Jim.)—“She’d say nothin’. ’Er mouth ’ud be too full to speak.”
(Prolonged silence. Only mastication heard, mingled with a few cases of choking, which are promptly dealt with.)
(Blobby, with a sigh.)—“I say, Robin, I’m gettin’ tight.”
(Robin, with a gasp.)—“So am I; I’m about bustin’.”
(Blobby, coming to another pause.)—“I say, Robin, I’m as full as I can ’old. So’s all my pockits, an’ there’s some left over!”