Mrs. Benn.—Yes, you do look a commandin' figger, don't yer?
Linton.—"A man of your dominant glance need entertain no fears, your day will come. The day when you will be appreciated."
Mrs. Benn.—W'y didn't 'e tike yer on hisself then?
Linton.—He was the owner of a prosperous peanut stand and he wanted an assistant, but he feared that I would lend such an air of dignity to the stand that the urchins would be afraid to present their coppers.
Mrs. Benn.—Well, I never!
Benn.—But it's true, Lizzie, it's true. W'y talk about dignity, he even lends dignity to this little 'ome of ours. When he tikes Gladys for a walk, there's an eye at every window, and all the mothers on the street are envious to see our child led along by a gentleman like 'im. I expect they think he is her tooter.
