sentiments, but Owen laughed contemptuously.

`Yes, it's quite true that we gets a lot of stuff from foreign
countries,' said Harlow, `but they buys more from us than we do from
them.'

`Now you think you know a 'ell of a lot,' said Crass. `'Ow much more
did they buy from us last year, than we did from them?'

Harlow looked foolish: as a matter of fact his knowledge of the
subject was not much wider than Crass's. He mumbled something about
not having no 'ed for figures, and offered to bring full particulars
next day.

`You're wot I call a bloody windbag,' continued Crass; `you've got a
'ell of a lot to say, but wen it comes to the point you don't know
nothin'.'

`Why, even 'ere in Mugsborough,' chimed in Sawkins - who though still
lying on the dresser had been awakened by the shouting - `We're
overrun with 'em! Nearly all the waiters and the cook at the Grand
Hotel where we was working last month is foreigners.'

`Yes,' said old Joe Philpot, tragically, `and then thers all them
Hitalian horgin grinders, an' the blokes wot sells 'ot chestnuts; an'
wen I was goin' 'ome last night I see a lot of them Frenchies sellin'
hunions, an' a little wile afterwards I met two more of 'em comin' up
the street with a bear.'

Notwithstanding the disquieting nature of this intelligence, Owen