EXPENSIVE!
Londoner (to Friend from the North). “Well, how do you like the opera, MacAlister?”
Mr. MacAlister. “No that bad. But is’t no dreadfu’, man, to be sittin’ in thae chairs at ten shullins apiece!”
“LIVE AND LET LIVE”
Village Doctor (to the Grave-Digger, who is given to whisky). “Ah, John! I’m sorry to see you in this pitiable condition again!”
Grave-Digger. “Toots, sir! can ye no’ let a’e little fau’t o’ mine gae by? It’s mony a muckle ane o’ yours I ha’e happit owre, an’ said naething aboot!”