At that time, when Mrs.Tulliver was nearly forty, they were new at St.Ogg's, and considered sweet things).
"Well, Mr.Tulliver, you know best: _I've_ no objections.

But hadn't I better kill a couple o' fowl, and have th' aunts and uncles to dinner next week, so as you may hear what sister Glegg and sister Pullet have got to say about it?
There's a couple o' fowl _wants_ killing!" "You may kill every fowl i' the yard if you like, Bessy; but I shall ask neither aunt nor uncle what I'm to do wi' my own lad," said Mr.
Tulliver, defiantly.
"Dear heart!" said Mrs.Tulliver, shocked at this sanguinary rhetoric, "how can you talk so, Mr.Tulliver?
But it's your way to speak disrespectful o' my family; and sister Glegg throws all the blame upo' me, though I'm sure I'm as innocent as the babe unborn.

For nobody's ever heard me say as it wasn't lucky for my children to have aunts and uncles as can live independent.

Howiver, if Tom's to go to a new school, I should like him to go where I can wash him and mend him; else he might as well have calico as linen, for they'd be one as yallow as th' other before they'd been washed half-a-dozen times.

And then, when the box is goin' back'ard and forrard, I could send the lad a cake, or a pork-pie, or an apple; for he can do with an extry bit, bless him! whether they stint him at the meals or no.