61/122 "But there's that much draught i' yon scullery, as it blows through your ribs like through a five-barred gate." "It would have some difficulty in blowing through yours," said Mrs. "I'm nowt b'r a skinned rabbit. My bones fair juts out on me." "I should like to know where," retorted his wife. He had still a wonderfully young body, muscular, without any fat. His skin was smooth and clear. |