Julia Golding

"Watch where you're going, you idiot!" he bellowed, brushing down his uniform.
"Same to you with knobs on, you old fogrum!" I replied, and dashed accross the road before he could box mu ears.
(I should perhaps explain here for the delicate among my readers that a different deportment is required on the streets of London than is usually taught to young ladies and gentlemen. Believe me when I assure you that I would not have survived long in my present situation if I had not learned this early on. I hope you are not unduly shocked for these is much more of the like to come.)