There's the children always making her anxious.
She took Alf to the hospital this afternoon, and the doctor says he must have--I forget the name, somebody's food.

But it's two-and-ninepence for ever such a little tin.

They don't think as his teeth 'll ever come.' 'Oh, I daresay they will,' said Richard encouragingly.
He had put his arm about her.

Emma knelt down by him, and rested her head against his shoulder.
'I'm tired,' she whispered.

'I've had to go twice to the Minories to-day.