It ain't easy to get at, but I'll manage it somehow.

Now, if I had Polly to help me--I mean Miss Sparkes--" With a muttering of impatience the girl rose; in the same moment she drew from her belt a gold watch, and deliberately consulted it.
Observing this Mrs.Bubb looked towards Mr.Gammon, who, also observant, returned the glance.
"I shan't want dinner," Polly remarked in an off-hand way as she moved towards the door.
"Going to see Mrs.Clover ?" Gammon inquired.
"I'm sick of going there.

It's always the same talk." "Wait till _your_ 'usband runs away from you and stays away for five years," said Mrs.Bubb with a renewal of anger, "and then see what _you_ find to talk about." Polly laughed and went away humming.
"If it wasn't that I feel afraid for her," continued Mrs.Bubb in a lower voice, "I'd give that young woman notice to quit.

Her cheek's getting past everything.

Did you see her gold watch and chain ?" "Yes, I did; where does it come from ?" "That's more than _I_ can tell you, Mr.Gammon.I don't want to think ill of the girl, but there's jolly queer goin's-on.