You supply at once the solids and the luxuries of life; you range from boiled ham and pickles to mixed biscuits and preserves.

You are the focus of a whole street.

The father comes to you for his mid-day bread and cheese, the mother for her half-ounce of tea, the child for its farthing's-worth of sweets.
For years I've been leading a useless life; once let me get into my shop, and I become a column of the social system.

Faith, it's as good as done!" "From whom shall you borrow the cash ?" "Sally's going to think about that point.

I suppose we shall go to a loan office, and make some kind of arrangement.