One 'arf as easy. The cleverest clown, Miss, in England; and this was 'is favrit hot poker.
All 'e 'as left to remember 'im by!"—an' 'e 'ugged it. I pitied the saller old joker.
But Miss, she turned rusty, and cut up 'er didos. "You ought to know better," she sniffed. "It's just ojus
To leave 'orrid objecks like that in a cab; though I own it's well fitted, and 'ighly commojus;
But lor', 'ow it scared me!" "Well, lydy," I says, being roughed up a bit by 'er stuckuppy manner,
"It wouldn't 'a' bit you, or burnt you, if you 'adn't opened it, I'll bet a quid to a tanner."
Whereon she flounced off without paying no fare. "Humph!" snorts the old gent, and forks over a shilling.
Talk about 'onesty! Give the respectables charnce of a safe bite, and ain't they just willing?
'Onesty's scarcer than millions, I reckon. You just leave a purse or a pencil-case 'andy
For fares to lay 'old on, and see if there's much of a choice 'twixt poor Cabby and polished-up dandy.