“No, that’s my ‘barnacle.’ And what do you call these?” said he, pointing to his pantaloons.
“Breeches or trousers, or whatever you please, sir.”
“You must call them ‘squibs and crackers.’ And what would you call her?” pointing to the cat.
“Cat or kit, or whatever you please, sir.”
“You must call her ‘white-faced simminy.’ And this, now,” showing the fire, “what would you call this?”
“Fire or flame, or whatever you please, sir.”
“You must call it ‘hot cockalorum.’ And what, this?” he went on, pointing to the water.
“Water or wet, or whatever you please, sir.”
“No, ‘pondalorum’ is its name. And what do you call all this?” asked he, as he pointed to the house.
“House or cottage, or whatever you please, sir.”