Dirty kitchen, indeed! And how many meals had Miss Sparkes eaten there at cost price--aye, often for nothing at all! And who was it as made most dirt, coming in at all hours of the day and night from running about the streets?
"Very well, my lady! Are you going to turn that key or not?
That's all I want to know." "I'll have pity on your ignorance," replied Polly, "and tell you more than that.

I'm going to bed, and going to try to get to sleep if there's any chance of it in a 'ouse like this, which might be a 'sylum for inebriates." Mrs.Bubb laughed, the strangest laugh ever heard from her respectable lips.

Words were needless, and in a few seconds she panted before her friends downstairs.
"She says she's a-goin' to bed.

Of all the shimeless creatures! Called me every nime she could turn her tongue to! And wouldn't open her door not if the 'ouse was burning.

Do you hear her ?" Mr.Gammon buttoned his coat from top to bottom, smoothed his moustache and his side-whiskers, and had the air of a man who is in readiness for stern duty.
"I want both of you to come up with me," he said quietly.
Mrs.Clover began to look alarmed, even embarrassed.
"But perhaps she's really gone to bed." "All right, she shall have time," he nodded, laughing.