"That brazen Annie said she'd meet me.

SUCH a weight!" She dropped her string bag and her packages on the table.
"Is the bread done ?" she asked, going to the oven.
"The last one is soaking," he replied.

"You needn't look, I've not forgotten it." "Oh, that pot man!" she said, closing the oven door.

"You know what a wretch I've said he was?
Well, I don't think he's quite so bad." "Don't you ?" The boy was attentive to her.

She took off her little black bonnet.
"No.