I can't so much as ask you for to sit down, mum.

You see, we have to 'conomise room, as my husband says.

But I can talk and work, both; only I've got to keep one ear open--' A shrill voice cried from the shop: 'Two beefs, 'taters an' greens! One steak-pie, 'taters! Two cups o' tea!' 'Right!' cried Mrs.Gandle, and proceeded to execute the orders.
'What is this poor girl's name ?' Mrs.Ormonde asked.

'You didn't mention it.' 'Well, mum, she calls herself Mary Wood.

Do you know any one o' that name ?' 'I think not.' 'Now come along, 'Lizabeth!' screamed the woman of a sudden, at the top of her voice.