Nothing can be better, quoth my mother.------
--Except dimity, --replied my father: ----'Tis best of all, --replied my mother.
----One must not give him his death, however, --interrupted my father.
By no means, said my mother: ----and so the dialogue stood still again.
I am resolved, however, quoth my father, breaking silence the fourth time, he shall have no pockets in them.--
----There is no occasion for any, said my mother.------
I mean in his coat and waistcoat, --cried my father.
----I mean so too, --replied my mother.
----Though if he gets a gig or top ----Poor souls! it is a crown and a sceptre to them, --they should have where to secure it.------

'Nothing can be better,' quoth my mother.
'Except dimity,' replied my father.
''Tis best of all,' replied my mother.
'One must not give him his death, however,' said my father.
'By no means,' said my mother: and the dialogue stood still again.
'I am resolved, however,' quoth my father, breaking silence, 'he shall have no pockets in them.'
'There is no need for any,' said my mother.
'I mean in his coat and waistcoat,' cried my father.
'I mean so too,' replied my mother.
'Though if he gets a toy or top - they are like a crown and a sceptre to children - they should have somewhere to keep it.'
