Swell (who won't be done). "H 'yars my kyard if you'd—ah—like to summon me."
Cabby (who has pulled up and heard the dispute). "Don't you take it, Bill. It's his ticket o' leave!"
A Labour of Love!
Benevolent Lady (who has with infinite trouble organised a country excursion for some over-worked London dressmakers). "Then mind you're at the station at nine to-morrow, Eliza. I do hope it won't rain!"
"Rine, miss! I 'owp not, to be sure! The country's bad enough when it's foine, yn't it, miss?"