CAUSE AND EFFECT
Eminent Provincial Tragedian. "Come hithorr, sweet one! Your mothorr tells me that you shed teorrs during my soliloquy in exile, last night!"
Sweet One. "Yes, sir. Mother kept on pinching me, 'cause I was so sleepy!"
"EXCLUSIVE"
Our Philanthropist (who often takes the shilling gallery—to his neighbour). "Only a middling house."
Unwashed Artisan. "Ay—that sixpence extry, 'rather heavy for the likes o' huz, y'know. But there's one thing—it keeps out the riff-raff!!"