Recruit—“Good-bye, sir!”
Short S.—“Are you mad, you scoundrel?”
Recruit—“No, sir; but if I am to keep looking straight in front of me, sir, I’d better say good-bye, sir, please sir, for I’ll never see you again in my life, sir!”
Tenant—“Gracious goodness! You have raised the rent again ... and what for?”
Landlord—“What for?—you want to know what for? Why, for one thing, there’s the new clock-tower and clock right in front of your window. Do you think I intend to make you a present of that?”
Mistress (giving out provisions for the kitchen)—“Don’t you want any butter, Mie?”
Maid—“No, thank you, Mevrouw. I belong to the Temperance Society, and must not take anything strong.”