And now Roger's pulling round, he's as festive as an owl.

Jill's in jolly dumps because she's out of it all.

Rosalind sits on her and tells her she's too much of a kid to be any good; and she doesn't get much change out of Armstrong.

So she has to knock about with me all day, which is awful slow.

I say, go and see Christy's Minstrels when you're in town, and get them to let Jockabilly do the break-down.