How have you been getting on ?' 'Oh, do come in for just a minute!' pleaded Pennyloaf, moving backwards to an open door, whither Jane followed.

They entered a room--much like other rooms that we have looked into from time to time.

Following the nomadic custom of their kind, Bob Hewett and his wife had lived in six or seven different lodgings since their honeymoon in Shooter's Gardens.
Mrs.Candy first of all made a change necessary, as might have been anticipated, and the restlessness of domestic ill-being subsequently drove them from place to place.

'Come in 'ere, Johnny,' she Called to the child lying on the landing.

'What's the good o' washin' you, I'd like to know?
Just see, Miss Snowdon, he's made his face all white with the milk as the boy spilt on the stairs! Take this brush an' play with it, do! I _can't_ keep 'em clean, Miss Snowdon, so it's no use talkin'.' 'Are you going somewhere to-night ?' Jane inquired, with a glance at the strange costume.
Pennyloaf looked up and down in a shamefaced way.
'I only did it just because I thought he might like to see me.