Radical Reformer (disappointed). Glad to hear it, again, I'm sure, though that also is unusual. Your house, now—rather, I ought to call it, your hovel, perhaps—lets in the rain badly—reeks with damp—only one room, and that a pigstye, eh?
Rural Labourer (offended). Come now, don't you call my house a pigstye! Three good rooms, and not a bit o' damp or dirt about it.
Radical Reformer. Then the wages are low, and a tyrannical landlord refuses allotments, eh?
Rural Labourer. Allotments! I could have as many as I wanted for the asking. But there—I didn't want 'em, y'see, and I didn't ask.
Radical Reformer (gravelled). Then would you explain to me what is the real reason of your determination to quit the country for Town?
Rural Labourer (surprised). Why, don't you know? There was only one collection and one delivery of letters daily! I couldn't stand that, of course. I expect I shall find more in Lunnon. Good-day!
