'How you pore men go about your work days like this is more than I can understand.

I haven't life enough in me to drive away a fly as settles on my nose.
It's all very well for you to laugh, Mr.Boddy.

There's good in everything, if we only see it, and you may thank the trouble you've had as it's kep' your flesh down.' Ackroyd addressed the old man.
'There's a friend of mine in Newport Street would be glad to have you do a little job for him, Mr.Boddy.Two or three chairs, I think.' Mr.Boddy held forth his stumpy, wrinkled hand.
'Give us a friendly grip, Mr.Ackroyd! There's never a friend in this world but the man as finds you work; that's the philosophy as has come o' my three-score-and-nine years.

What's the name and address?
I'll be round the first thing on Monday morning.' The information was given.
'You just make a note o' that in your head, Mary, my dear,' the old mam continued.

''Taint very likely I'll forget, but my memory do play me a trick now and then.