You really may do it." "Ain't a-goin' to do it," replied he, decisively.
"Why not ?" I asked.
"T'other bloke ain't said I'm to do it," replied he.
"Well," said I, "if you don't think he'd like it, don't do it.

For I'm sure he's very good to you, Billy, isn't he ?" "'Tain't no concern of yourn," responded my genial guardian.
After this there was a long silence, and I was getting drowsy, when Billy said, "That there 'orse was a-goin' it." "What horse ?" "Why, as if you didn't know! That there 'orse as was drivin' you blokes a' Monday night." "What, did you see us, then ?" I asked.
"In corse I did.

I seen you as I was a-comin' back from the racket school.

My eye, wasn't you tidy and screwed though! You don't ought to be trusted with 'orses, you don't." "I wasn't screwed, Billy," said I, "and I wasn't driving." "No, that you wasn't driving.

But I knows the bloke as was." "Do you know Mr Whipcord ?" "Yaas, I knows the animal," he replied, with a grin.