The Y. L. Oh, he's a real good fellow, I know that; still he is just a little —— I did hope I'd polished him up a little while we were at the farm last summer; but there, I suppose you can't put refinement into some people!
Another Young Lady (to her Admirer). I can't make George out yet among them all—can you?
Her Admirer (and George's rival). Cawn't say as I've tried, partickler. But there's one there in the rear rank that hes a look of him; that one settin' all humped up nohow on his 'errse.
The Adored One. Oh, of course, if you're going to make out as George can't sit on a horse!
Her Admirer (sulkily). Well, I'd back myself to ride 'cross country agen Garge any day.
The Adored One. Then why don't you join the Yeomanry, like he has?
Her Admirer (who would if he could afford it). Why? 'Cause 'taint worth my while, if you want to know!
The Adored One. I'm sure it's a smart enough uniform—at least George looks quite 'andsome in it.
Her Admirer. He didn't look very 'andsome when I see him on parade this marnin'; the sun had peeled his nose a treat!
The Adored One. It's well there are some who are willing to make sacrifices for their country!