'E's good at poitry, is Jowey.' The boy broke into fearsome recitation: 'The silly buckits _on_ the deck That 'ed so long rem'ined, I dreamt as they was filled with jew, End when I awowk, it r'ined.' Half-a-dozen verses were thus massacred, and the reciter stopped with the sudden jerk of a machine.
'Goes str'ight on, don't 'e, Grace ?' cried the father, exultantly.
'Jowey ain't no fool.

Know what he towld me the other day?
Somethin' as I never knew, and shouldn't never 'ave thought of s'long as I lived.

We was talkin' about jewellery, an' Jowey, 'e pops up all at wunst.

"It's called jewellery," says 'e, "'cos it's mostly the Jews as sell it." Now, oo'd a thought o' that?
But you see it's right as soon as you're towld, eh?
Now ain't it right, Godwin ?' 'No doubt,' was the dry answer.
'It never struck me,' murmured Mrs.Peak, who took her son's assent seriously, and felt that it was impossible to preserve an obstinate silence.
''E ain't no fool, ain't Jowey!' cried the parent.

'Wite till 'e gits to Collige.