Only I ain't got the beer.' 'Oh, but I didn't mean to come for supper,' said the girl, whose name was Emma Vine.

'I only ran in to tell you poor Jane's down again with rheumatic fever.' Mrs.Mutimer was holding the frying-pan over the fire, turning the contents over and over with a knife.
'You don't mean that!' she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder.

'Why, it's the fifth time, ain't it ?' 'It is indeed, and worse to get through every time.

We didn't expect she'd ever be able to walk again last autumn.' 'Dear, dear! what a thing them rheumatics is, to be sure! And you've heard about Dick, haven't you ?' 'Heard what ?' 'Oh, I thought maybe it had got to you.

He's lost his work, that's all.' 'Lost his work ?' the girl repeated, with dismay.