I was a dressmaker before I got married, and my sister's 'ad more work than she could do ever since I left 'er.

And Bob wrote down last week to say that I was to sell the lasts and tools for what they would fetch.

And now I think of it, I wish you would run your eye over the lasts and bench, an' tell me what they ought to fetch.

A man offered me three pounds for the lot, but I know that's too cheap." "Yer'll niver get wot 'e gave fer 'em, but gimme a piece of paper, an' I'll work it out," said Jonah.
In half an hour he made a rough inventory based on the cost and present condition of the material.
"I make it ten pounds odd, but I don't think yer'll git it," he said at last.

"Seven pounds would be a fair offer, money down." "I'd be thankful to get that," said Mrs Watkins.
Jonah walked thoughtfully up Cardigan Street.