"Sit down an' make yerself at 'ome." "'Ow do, missus ?" said Jonah, looking round nervously for the child, but it was not visible.
"I knowed yer wouldn't let them take the old woman's fowls," she continued.

"'Ere, Ada, go an' git a jug o' beer." The room, which served for a laundry, was dimly lit with a candle.

The pile of white linen brought into relief the dirt and poverty of the interior.

The walls were stained with grease and patches of dirt, added slowly through the years as a face gathers wrinkles.

But Jonah saw nothing of this.