fer a chinge an' go Districk-visitin'—an' see 'ow they like it.'
"Also they done it, an' took me an' 'Erry an' 'Erb an' Horgustus an' 'Meliar. When we gits to the 'ouse, ol' Muvver Skin-the-Goat gives a fair rat-tat, while I plays a toon on the bell which was cut short by a femmle a openin' of the door. Like a 'igh class barmaid, she wos, wiv white bonnet-strings 'angin' dahn 'er back.
"‘We've come to the Private Bar, Muvver,' says I, an' we all shoves inside, an' through a hopen door we sees 'er 'oliness and a kid 'avin' tea orf a little table, an' in we goes.
"‘Don't get hup,' says Muvver, grycious like, in the same sorter way 'er 'oliness did when she Districk-wisited hus. There they sets wiv their mouth open.
"‘'Ow many howers a day do you heat?' inquires Muvver, a sniffin' the hatmosphere like the good lidy always done in our lil' 'ome, an' lookin' rahn most disapprovin' like. 'This room's 'orrible untidy. Can't yer tike a pride in yer 'ome? Why don't yer put hall these chairs straight—I 'ates ter see chairs hall of a
