Though he still held the pipe, he was nodding; as his wife entered, his head fell very low.
'Jim!' exclaimed his wife, as if something had been added to her annoyance.
'Eh?
Well, Jane ?--eh ?' 'Then you _will_ set your great feet on the fender! The minute I turn my back, of course! If you're too lazy to take your boots off, you must keep your heels under the chair.

I won't have my fender scratched, so I tell you!' He was a large-headed man, sleepy in appearance at the best of times, but enormously good-natured.

He bent down in a startled way to see if his boots had really done any harm.
'Well, well, I won't do it again, Jenny,' he mumbled.
'Of course, I wonder how often you've said that.

As it happens, it's as well you have got your boots on still.

There's a girl o' some kind just come to say as Luke's locked up for fightin' in the street.