Now, let's be quiet about it." "Yesterday mornin', Pole! And the night I go to bed I count my money, and, says I, I'll not lock ut up, for I'll onnly be unlockin' again to-morrow; and doin' a thing and undoin' ut's a sign of a brain that's addled--like yours, Pole, if ye say ye didn't go to give me the notes." Mr.Pole frowned at her sagaciously.

"Must change your diet, Martha!" "My dite?
And what's my dite to do with my money ?" "Who went into Mrs.Chump's bedchamber this morning ?" asked Mr.Pole generally.
A pretty little housemaid replied, with an indignant flush, that she was the person.

Mrs.Chump acknowledged to being awake when the shutters were opened, and agreed that it was not possible her pockets could have been rifled then.
"So, you see, Martha, you're talking nonsense," said Mr.Pole.

"Do you know the numbers of those notes ?" "The numbers at the sides, ye mean, Pole ?" "Ay, the numbers at the sides, if you like; the 21593, and so on ?" "The 21593! Oh! I can't remember such a lot as that, if ever I leave off repeatin' it." "There! you see, you're not fit to have money in your possession, Martha.

Everybody who has bank-notes looks at the numbers.