“Now you’ve heard of Waterloo, I dare say,” said Mr. O’Rapley.
“Yes, I’ve ’eeard tell on un, and furder, my grand-feather wur out theer.”
“Well, this that we are coming to is Waterloo Bridge.”
“Yes,” said Bumpkin, “it be a bridge, but it bean’t Worterloo more ’an I be my grandfearther—what de think o’ that—haw! haw! haw!”
“Good,” said O’Rapley; “that’s quite right, but this is the bridge named after the battle.”
“Zo’t be neamed artur un because it worn’t named afore un, haw! haw! haw! Good agin, Maister Rapley, thee got it.”
Mr. O’Rapley found that any attempt to convey instruction was useless, so he said:—
“Joking apart, Mr. Bumpkin, you see that man sitting over there with the wideawake hat?”
“D’ye mane near the noase o’ the ship?”
“Well, the nose if you like.”