"Bringin' my new young man to the point, 'm. You see, 'e do love a bit o' colour; an' I knew 'e wouldn't 'ave liked the rose doo barry trick-o, anyhow."
Proprietor (to the rescue of his assistants, who have failed to satisfy customer). "Are you sure you know what kind of cap you do want?"
New "Blood." "Well, ye see, it's like this—I've bought a motor-bike, and I thought as 'ow I'd like a cap wi' a peak at the back."
"Wanted, a General, plain cooking, gas fires, two boys 9 by 5.—South Streatham."—Local Paper.
Nothing is said of their third dimensions.