What else have you in the way of Costumes, Mr.Ganger ?" Dogger stepped up.

"He hasn't got a single thing worth a cent; he buys these pieces down in Elizabeth Street, out of push-carts, and Jane Hoggson's mother sews them together.

But, my deary"-- here he laid his hand on Masie's head--"would you like to see some REAL ONES, all-gold-and-silver lace--and satin shoes--and big, high bonnets with feathers ?" Masie clapped her hands in answer and began whirling about the room, her way of telling everybody that she was too happy to keep still.
"Well, wait here; I won't be a minute." "Sam's fallen in love with her, too," muttered Ganger, "and I don't blame him.

Come here, you darling, and let me talk to you.

Do you know you are the first little girl that's ever been inside this place for ever--and ever and EVER--so long?
Think of that, will you?
Not one single little girl since--Oh, well, I just can't remember--it's such an awful long time.