It was a room of some ten feet square, insufferably hot, very dirty, a factory for the production of human fodder.

On a side table stood a great red dripping mass, whence Mrs.Gandle severed portions to be supplied as roast beef.

Vessels on the range held a green substance which was called cabbage, and yellow lumps doled forth as potatoes.
Before the fire, bacon and sausages were frizzling; above it was spluttering a beef-steak.

On a sink in one corner were piled eating utensils which awaited the wipe of a very loathsome rag hanging hard by.

Other objects lay about in indescribable confusion.
Mrs.Gandle was a very stout woman, with bare arms.