PETER AND TOMMY.
Peter.—I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your head?
Tommy.—What business is that of yours?
Peter.—Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style?
Tommy.—Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of you.
Peter.—Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder if you were to come off second best in a square fight.
Tommy.—Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace.