I saw the same sort of thing repeated on different occasions at least a dozen times; e.g.a young lady is employed in making a shirt, (which it would be a symptom of absolute depravity to name), a gentleman enters, and presently begins the sprightly dialogue with "What are you making Miss Clarissa ?" "Only a frock for my sister's doll, sir." "A frock?
not possible.

Don't I see that it is not a frock?
Come, Miss Clarissa, what is it ?" "Tis just an apron for one of our Negroes, Mr.Smith." "How can you.

Miss Clarissa! why is not the two side joined together?
I expect you were better tell me what it is." "My! why then Mr.Smith, it is just a pillow-case." "Now that passes.

Miss Clarissa! 'Tis a pillow-case for a giant then.

Shall I guess, Miss ?" "Quit, Mr.Smith; behave yourself, or I'll certainly be affronted." Before the conversation arrives at this point, both gentleman and lady are in convulsions of laughter.