At the Smithson's Dance.—Young Innocent. "I beg your pardon, did I tread on your foot that time?"
Sweet Girl (very sweetly). "Oh, no, not that time!"
"Mary, there's three months' dust in the drawing-room!"
"That isn't my fault, mum. You know I've only bin here a fortnight!"
"You're dreadfully untidy again, Mary! I don't know what the baker will think of you when he comes."
"The baker don't matter, 'm. The milkman's bin!"
Doctor (to Mrs. Perkins, whose husband is ill). "Has he had any lucid intervals?"