“Jack, dear, what have you been doing to your clothes?”
“What clothes, mother?”
The boy’s innocent yet subtle obtuseness did not save him from further catechisation.
“I only mended your knickers yesterday, Jack, and they were new last month.”
“My knickers, mother!”
“What have you been doing?”
Master Jack passed a hypocritical hand over a certain region.
“Lor!”
“Don’t say ‘lor,’ dear.”
“Well, I never! I was only climbin’ with Bert Smith.”