"Are you comin' 'ome?"
"I'll do ellythik you like in reasol, M'ria—(hic)—Bur I won't come 'ome."
TOYS' TALK.
(Being an unflattering Tale of Hope.)
"There's ingratitude for you," said the Rag Doll marked "three-and-six."
"Where?" I asked, rousing myself from my meditation on my tambourine and drumsticks.
She pointed to a figure which had just been placed in the second row. He was dressed very smartly in a red coat trimmed with tinsel. But he had an unmistakeable air of second-hand.