Nay, I can't explain; he'll tell you plenty soon as he gets in.

Cut yourself some meat, child, do, and don't wait for me to help you.

See, I'll turn you out some potatoes; you don't care for the greens, I know.' The fry had hissed vigorously whilst this conversation went on; the results were brown and unctuous.
'Now, if it ain't too bad!' cried the old woman, losing self-control.
'That 'Arry gets later every Sunday, and he knows very well as I have to wait for the beer till he comes.' I'll fetch it,' said Emma, rising.
'You indeed! I'd like to see Dick if he caught me a-sending you to the public-house.' 'He won't mind it for once.' 'You get on with your supper, do.

It's only my fidgetiness; I can do very well a bit longer.

And Alice, where's she off to, I wonder?
What it is to have a girl that age! I wish they was all like you, Emma.