The Rustic. A Pianner? do 'ee take me fur a vool? I knaws a pianner when I sees 'un. Farmer Brown, 'e 'as a pianner, and 'tain't like naw fawks! I'll knack th' 'ed arf o' thee, tryin' to stoof me oop i' that way. Wheer be th' man as said 'twas a pianner?
[Mild V. has discreetly lost himself in the crowd.
On the Elephant's Back.
Second Boy. Sit a bit moor forrard, Billy, cann't 'ee!
First Boy. Cann't, I tell 'ee, I be sittin' on th' scruff of 'is neck as 'tis.
Third Boy. I can see my vaither, I can. 'Ere, vaither, vaither, look at me—see wheer I be!
Fourth Boy (a candid friend). Shoot oop, cann't 'ee, ya young gozzle-'ead! Think ya vaither niver see a hass on a hellyphant afoor!
Fifth Boy. These yere helliphants be main straddly roidin'. I wish 'e wudn't waak honly waun haff of 'en at oncest, loike. What do 'ee mean, a kitchin' 'old o' me behind i' that way, eh, Jimmy Passons!
Sixth Boy. You'd ketch 'old o' hanything if you was like me, a slidin' down th' helliphant's ta-ail.
Fifth Boy. If 'ee doan't let go o' me, I'll job th' helliphant's ribs and make 'im gallop, I will, so now, Jimmy Passons!