"It won't make it no earlier.

Here, an' how long d'you think I'm going to stand waiting wi' this here cup ?" "Oh, dash the cup!" he said.
"You should go to bed earlier," said the woman.
He looked up at her, laughing with impudence.
"I went to bed before YOU did," he said.
"Yes, my Guyney, you did!" she exclaimed.
"Fancy," he said, stirring his tea, "having tea brought to bed to me! My mother'll think I'm ruined for life." "Don't she never do it ?" asked Mrs.Radford.
"She'd as leave think of flying." "Ah, I always spoilt my lot! That's why they've turned out such bad uns," said the elderly woman.
"You'd only Clara," he said.

"And Mr.Radford's in heaven.

So I suppose there's only you left to be the bad un." "I'm not bad; I'm only soft," she said, as she went out of the bedroom.
"I'm only a fool, I am!" Clara was very quiet at breakfast, but she had a sort of air of proprietorship over him that pleased him infinitely.

Mrs.Radford was evidently fond of him.