[Handsomely, as if he would hardly have expected such a person as Wilkins to produce anything as good as that.
Third Admirer. Monster, ain't he? Why, yer might ride on him!
Small Child (pointing delightedly at the Gander). 'Ook, Mozzer, pitty duck!
Fond Parent (admiringly). I declare it's wonderful how quick he gets the names—it is a fine duck!
The Cock (with a touch of correction). Crorky—rorky—roo!
A Connoisseur (inspecting pigeon). Now, there's a nice pigeon—that is a nice pigeon; but I tell yer what it is—he ain't got the space to do hisself justice in there. Give him a bigger pen, and a brick to stand on, and you'd soon see the difference!
Fellow Conn. They ought to ha' give him more room to show off his tail in—else what's the good of a bird 'aving a tail, come to that?
First Conn. (sententiously). Ah, you've 'it it.
Competitor (apparently, unsuccessful). I say, (with bitter sarcasm) 'Are yer seen the pair as take a Fust? Birds I wouldn't pick up if I found 'em in the street—no, that I wouldn't! Fust Prize to them—hor-hor! Well, the world's comin' to a pretty pass, I must say! Arter that!—— [Eloquent aposiopesis.
Amandus (tolerantly, to Amanda). Well, pidgings are pretty much alike, unless you've been brought up to know the differences. I 'ad a Uncle a breeder.