Mrs. Keyveve (during the Dromedary Race). How seasick one must feel on those wobbly camels!
Mr. Frivell. The Camel has been beautifully called the "Ship of the Desert."
A Husband (confidentially, to his neighbour). Yer know, the Missus ain't enjoyin' all this, she aint—you see. I'll arsk her, and you 'ear what she sez. (To his "Missus.") 'Ow d'yer like it, eh, Mother?
His "Missus" (with self-repression). Oh—middlin'.
Husband (insistently). Ah, I know what that means; yer don't care about it. Now, do yer?
His "Missus." It's well enough—in its way. (With irrepressible candour.) I'd sooner see the Mow'ork Minstruels.
Husband (to his neighbour, with a mixture of chagrin and complacency). Didn't I tell yer? That's where it is. I don't know a more severer criteek anywheres than what my ole woman is!
Miss Simpson. Look at those dear ostriches running after one another and opening their beaks. Now that's not imitation, you know!
'Arry (with his characteristic eye for analogy—as the entire caravan parades past in procession). There they are, yer see—Comin' 'Ome from Southend!