She wore a purple dress with a yellow fichu, in which was fixed a large silver brooch; on her head was a small lace cap.

Her hands were enormous, and very red.

As she came into the shop, she mopped her forehead with a handkerchief; perspiration streamed from every pore.
'What a man you are for keepin' yourself cool, Mr.Hackroyd!' she exclaimed; 'it's like a breath o' fresh air to look at you, I'm sure.
If this kind o' weather goes on there won't be much left o' me.

I'm a-goin' like the butter.' 'It's warmish, that's true,' said Luke, when she had finished her laugh.

'I heard Mr.Boddy playing in there, and I've got a message for him.' 'Come in and sit down.