“I addressed a large meeting,” said Erb, with a touch of his important manner, “for upwards of eleven minutes.”
“Did they aim straight?”
“They were very appreciative,” said Erb. “One chap that interrupted I went for with ’orse, foot, and artillery.”
“Did you, though?” asked his short sister with reluctant admiration. “Make him squirm, eh, Erb? Did ye call him names, or did you say something about his nose?”
“I treated him with satire!”
“Weren’t there ladies present, then?”
“There was one, as it happened.”
“She’d been better off at ’ome,” remarked the girl severely. “The minx.”
“She looked all right.”
“You can’t go by looks nowadays.”