"Certainly, Effie!"
"Well, baby bit my finger when I was looking another way!"
"By Authority."—Street Boy (sternly). "P'lice-Serge'nt says as you're t' have your door-way swep' immediat'; an' (more meekly) me an' my mate's willin' to do it, s'!
Old Gentleman (who has received a present of butter from one of his tenants). "And how does your mother make all these beautiful patterns on the pats, my dear?" Messenger. "Wiv our comb, sir!"