Her rating had no malice in it, and only signified that she could not endure laziness.
"Hot, is it?
Of course it's hot.

What do you expect in June?
You don't mind the heat when you're playing cricket, I know." "No, mum," replied the young giant with a grin.
"How many runs did you make last Saturday ?" "Fifty-three, mum, and caught out." "Then don't go talking to me about the heat.

Finish that job and run off with this filter to Mrs.Gubbins's." Her life had not lacked variety.

Married at eighteen, after a month's courtship, to a man of whom she knew next to nothing, she lived for a time in Liverpool, where her husband--older by ten years--pursued various callings in the neighbourhood of the docks.

After the birth of her only child, a daughter, they migrated to Glasgow, and struggled with great poverty for several years.