Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Tommy, aged eleven, is charmed with the dredging-machine, while the fire-engine finds favour in the eyes of Bobby, aged nine.
Jane (thoughtfully) . I'm afraid the dredging-machine is rather a messy toy, Uncle, and the fire-engine wouldn't do at all, either—it would be sure to encourage them to play with fire. Bobby, if you say "blow!" once more, I shall tell Mother. Uncle is the best judge of what's suitable for you!
Uncle. Well, there's something in what you say, Jenny. We must see if we can't find something better, that's all.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

A Mother. Now, Percy, it's all nonsense—you can't want any more toys—those you've got are as good as new. (To her Friend.) He's such a boy for taking care of his things—he'll hardly trust his toys out of their boxes, and won't allow anyone else to touch them!
The Friend. Dear little fellow—then I'm sure he deserves to be given a new toy for being so careful!
The Mother. Well, he'll give me no peace till I do give him something. I know—but mind this, Percy, it's only to keep you quiet, and I'm not going to buy Eddie anything. (To Friend.) He gives all his things away as it is!
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Mrs. S. I always thought cheapness was a question of what a person could afford.
Mrs. Bloom. But I can afford it, dear Sophia—thanks to dear John's bounty, and—and yours.
Mrs. S. You mustn't thank me. I had nothing to do with it. I warned John at the time that it would only——and it seems I was right. And Reggie has a butcher's shop—a really good one—already. In fact, I couldn't tell you what he hasn't got!
Reggie. I can, though, Aunt Vinnie. I haven't got a train, for one thing! (To his Mother, as she drags him on.) I should like a little tin train, to go by clockwork on rails so.
Source: Gutenberg

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