She looked at him with her bright blue eyes full of love and joy.
"I think you'll like it," she said.
"'Doigts' does mean 'fingers', mother, and it was the writing.

I couldn't read the writing." "Never mind, my boy.

I'm sure he'll be all right, and you won't see much of him.

Wasn't that first young fellow nice?
I'm sure you'll like them." "But wasn't Mr.Jordan common, mother?
Does he own it all ?" "I suppose he was a workman who has got on," she said.

"You mustn't mind people so much.