Quite right!" exclaimed the gentleman. "How on earth did you know that?" "It's simple phonetics. It's the science of speech. It's my job and also my hobby. I can tell where anyone comes from by the way they speak."<br>"But can you make a living doing that?" asked the gentleman.<br>"A very good one, actually," said the man with the notebook. He turned and pointed to the flower girl. "You see this creature here, with her terrible English? In just three months I could pass her off as a duchess. I could even get her a place as a shop assistant, which requires better English."<br>"Well, that's very interesting," said the gentleman. "I'm an expert on Indian dialects myself." "Are you?" interrupted the man with the notebook. "Do you know Colonel Pickering? He wrote a book about Indian dialects."<br>"I am Colonel Pickering!" he exclaimed. "Who are you?" "I'm Professor Henry Higgins."<br>"Well, I never!" laughed the Colonel. "J came to London to meet you!" "How wonderful!" said Professor Higgins. "Come and see me tomorrow. 1 live at 27A Wimpole Street. Look, the rain has stopped now, so I must go. I look forward to seeing you in the morning." As the two men left the shelter of the church entrance, the flower girl called up to them. "Buy a flower before you goes!"<br>Professor Higgins threw a handful of coins into the girl's basket, and she picked them up, staring at the money in wonder.
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