Mrs. Benn (aghast).—Lord! Don't tell me teacher come up 'ere in this untidy 'ole!
Benn.—Oh, no. She w'ited in the street below.
Mrs. Benn (smiling broadly).—It wouldn't look swell nor nothink to see a car witin' for our Gladys.
Benn.—Rather not. And the Simpkinses saw, and the Clapps, and the Ryders. 'Arf the street was at their doors.
Mrs. Benn.—And did Gladys put on her clean frock?
Benn.—I put it on 'er. Buttoned it up myself, and while she tied up 'er 'air ribbon, I put on my collar and tie, got my 'at and walking stick and escorted 'er down to 'er car for all the world like a little lidy. Lizzie, it would 'ave brung the tears to your eyes to 'ave seen 'er sittin' there beside Miss Philips as chipper as the Queen of Sheba.
