"It oughtn't to be looked at." "It's the best out o' three all 'anging together," said Mr.Kybird, evenly.
"And look 'ere," said Mr.Smith.

"Look what an out-o'-the-way place you've put this ticket.

Why not put it higher up on the coat ?" "Becos the moth-hole ain't there," said Mr.Kybird.
Mr.Smith apologized and watched his friend without further criticism.
"Gettin' ready for the wedding, I s'pose ?" he said, presently.
Mr.Kybird assented, and his brow darkened as he spoke of surreptitious raids on his stores made by Mrs.Kybird and daughter.
"Their idea of a wedding," he said, bitterly, "is to dress up and make a show; my idea is a few real good old pals and plenty of licker." "You'll 'ave to 'ave both," observed Nathan Smith, whose knowledge of the sex was pretty accurate.
Mr.Kybird nodded gloomily.

"'Melia and Jack don't seem to 'ave been 'itting it off partikler well lately," he said, slowly.

"He's getting more uppish than wot 'e was when 'e come here first.