“Well, Snooks,” began the Agent for the Promoters, in cross-examination, “you signed the petition against the Bill—aye?”
“Yees, zur. I zined summit, zur.”
“But that petition—did you sign that petition?”
“I do’ant nar, zur; I zined zummit, zur.”
“But don’t you know the contents of the petition?”
“The what, zur?”
“The contents; what’s in it.”
“Oa! Noa, zur.”
“You don’t know what’s in the petition!—Why, ain’t you the petitioner himself?”
“Noa, zur, I doan’t nar that I be, zur.”