Their mother, healthy too, and with no ill-natured face-a slow, dull, sluggishly-mirthful woman of a common London type-heard Moggie out, and shook up the sausages before replying.
"Never you mind Miss Sparkes; I'll give her a talkin' to when she comes down.

What was it as Mr.Gammon wanted?
Breakfast in bed?
And what else?
I never see such a girl for forgetting!" "Well, didn't I tell you as my 'ead had never closed the top!" urged Moggie in plaintive key.

"How can I 'elp myself ?" "Here, take them letters up to him, and ask again; and if Miss Sparkes says anything don't give her no answer--see?
Billy, fill the big kettle, and put it on before you go.

Sally, you ain't a-goin' to school without brushin' your 'air?
Do see after your sister, Janey, an' don't let her look such a slap-cabbage.

Beetrice, stop that 'ollerin'; it fair mismerizes me!" Having silently thrust five letters under Mr.Gammon's door, Moggie gave a very soft tap, and half whispered a request that the lodger would repeat his orders.