William. "OH, A GOODISH BIT, BILL."
Bill. "WHAT DO YOU CALL A 'GOODISH BIT,' WILLIAM?"
William. "WELL, A LONGISH TIME, BILL."
Bill. "WELL, WHAT'S THAT WHITE ON THE HILL? IS IT SNOW OR DAISIES?"
THE ONLY REGRET.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
Once upon a time a man lay dying.
He was dying very much at his ease, for he had had enough of it all.
None the less they brought a priest, who stretched his face a yard long and spoke from his elastic-sided boots.