[_Exhibiting a primæval pair._

_The Usual Comic Cockney_ (_to his Friend, who has undertaken to
instruct him_). No _'urry_, old man--this joker ain't _'arf_ finished
with me yet! [_To Skate-Fastener._] Easy with that jimlet, Guv'nor. My
'eel ain't 'orn, like a 'orse's 'oof! If you're goin' to strap me up
as toight as all that, I shell 'ave to go to _bed_ in them skites!...
Well, what is it _now_?

[Illustration: "Look here! This is rather a pretty figure."]

_Skate-Fastener_. Reglar thing fur Gen'lm'n as 'ires skates ter leave
somethink be'ind, jest as security like--_anythink_'ll do--a gold
watch and chain, if yer got sech a thing about yer!

_The C.C._ Oh, I dessay--not _me_!

_Skate-F._ (_wounded_). Why, yer needn't be afroid! _I_ shorn't run
away--you'll find _me_ 'ere when yer come back!

_The C.C._ Ah, that _will_ be noice! But all the sime, a watch is a
thing as slips out of mind so easy, yer know. You might go and forgit
all about it. 'Ere's a match-box instead; it ain't silver!

_Skate-F._ (_with respect_). Ah, you _do_ know the world, _you_ do!

_The C.C._ Now, ALF, old man. I'm ready for yer! Give us 'old of yer
'and ... Go slow now. What's the Vestry about not to put some gravel
down 'ere? It's downright dangerous! Whoo-up! Blowed if I ain't got