Master. "Rather a 'igh 'ill we're comin' to, ain't it?"
Page. "Very 'igh 'ill indeed, sir."
Master. "Ah! well, jest you jump down, Jim, and walk alongside a bit; it'll make it easier for the poor 'orse, you know."
Real Sympathy.
'Arry (reading account of the war in the East). "Ow, I s'y, 'Arriet, they've bin an' took old Li 'Ung Chang's three-heyed peacock's feathers all off 'im!"
'Arriet (compassionately). "Pore old feller!"