Expended.—Guest. "Will you give me a little champagne?" Hibernian Waiter. "Shumpane, sor? Bedad, I've had none meself this two hours!"
"Opprission."—Landlord. "Tut-t-t! 'O'bless my soul! This must be seen to, Flannigan! The cabin positively isn't fit to live in! Why, you're ankle-deep in——" Pat. "Och sure, sor, it's a mighty convanient house, an' that's an iligant spring in the flure, sor. No throuble to go outside for watter whatever!!"
Rather too Literal.—Country Gentleman (in a rage). "Why, what have you been up to, you idiot? You've let him down, and——" New Groom. "Yes, yer honner, ye tould me to break him; an' bruk he is, knees an' all, worse luck!"