Standing no Nonsense.
'Arry. "Phew!"—(the weather was warm, and they had walked over from 'Ammersmith)—"bring us a bottle o'champagne, waiter."
Waiter. "Yessir—dry, sir?"
'Arry (aughtily, to put a stop to this familiarity at once). "Never you mind whether we're dry or whether we ain't!—bring the wine!"
Sheredity.
Lady. "You don't mean to tell me that this little girl is fit to wait at table!"
Mother (proudly). "Well 'm, she ought to be, seein' as 'ow 'er father 'as been a plate layer for five-and-twenty year!"