"Where've yer been to ?" "Lunnon Bridge," replied Mr Tuppeny.
"An' what 'ave yer got ?" asked Stumpy.
"Only a rag," said the other, in evident disgusts producing a white handkerchief.
"That ain't much; I've boned a turnip." "Jus' your luck.

Let's 'ave a look at him." Stumpy complied, and his comrade, lighting a match, surveyed me with evident complacency.
"Jus' your luck," said he again.

"Where did yer git 'im ?" "At the gaff, off a young cove as was reg'lar screwed up.

I could 'ave took 'is nose off if I'd a wanted it, and he wouldn't have knowed." "Then this 'ere rag might 'a been some use," replied the disconsolate Tuppeny.

"'Tain't worth three'a'pence." "Any marks ?" inquired my master.
"Yees; there is so.