'Look'e 'ere, this 'ere's only a dream what you've come into, an' as it's only a dream there's no nonsense about what a young lady like me ought to say or not, so I'll say you're the best-looking fellow I've seen this many a day.

And the dream goes on and on, seemingly, as long as you behaves.

The things what you has to eat and drink tastes just as good as real ones, and--' 'Look 'ere,' said the burglar, 'I've come 'ere straight outer the pleece station.

These 'ere kids'll tell you it ain't no blame er mine.' 'Well, you WERE a burglar, you know,' said the truthful Anthea gently.
'Only because I was druv to it by dishonest blokes, as well you knows, miss,' rejoined the criminal.

'Blowed if this ain't the 'ottest January as I've known for years.' 'Wouldn't you like a bath ?' asked the queen, 'and some white clothes like me ?' 'I should only look a juggins in 'em, miss, thanking you all the same,' was the reply; 'but a bath I wouldn't resist, and my shirt was only clean on week before last.' Cyril and Robert led him to a rocky pool, where he bathed luxuriously.
Then, in shirt and trousers he sat on the sand and spoke.
'That cook, or queen, or whatever you call her--her with the white bokay on her 'ed--she's my sort.