"My eyes!" cried the street-sweeper, "only twig these coves. If they ain't green 'uns, I'm done."
"Old Spectacles thinks he has found it all out," remarked the porter; "ve shall hear wot it all means by-and-by."
"Plesh ma 'art," cried the Jew, "vat two funny old genelmen. I vonder vat they thinks they sees?"
"I'll tell 'ee, master," rejoined the butcher's apprentice; "they're a tryin' vich on 'em can see farthest into a millstone."
Antiquaries.
"Only think of living all my life in London, and never examining this admirable work of art before!" cried Loftus, quite unconscious that he had become the object of general curiosity.