Kit's lazy and cheats--buys cakes and candies; and Sal has to come down on her; it's the way, you know.

If Sal didn't come down sharp on her all the while, Kit wouldn't bring her ten cents a day.
They all have to do it--so much a day or a lickin'; and a little lickin' isn't any use--got to 'most kill some of 'em.

We're used to it in here.
Hark!" The screams of a child in pain rang out wildly, the sounds coming from across the narrow street.

Quick, hard strokes of a lash were heard at the same time.

Pinky turned a little pale.
"Only Mother Quig," said Norah, with an indifferent air; "she has to do it 'most every night--no getting along any other way with Tom.