Her face darkened.
"I see the Push 'ave got Jimmy Sinclair at last.

Only six months ago 'e went ter Sunday school reg'lar, an' butter wouldn't melt in 'is mouth.

Well, if smokin' cigarettes, an' spittin', and swearin' was 'ard work, they'd all die rich men.

There's Waxy Collins.

Last week 'e told 'is father 'e'd 'ave ter keep 'im till 'e was twenty-one 'cause of the law, an' the old fool believed 'im.