"It takes a big loaf when there's many to breakfast.

What signifies your sisters' bits o' money when they've got half-a-dozen nevvies and nieces to divide it among?
And your sister Deane won't get 'em to leave all to one, I reckon, and make the country cry shame on 'em when they are dead ?" "I don't know what she won't get 'em to do," said Mrs.Tulliver, "for my children are so awk'ard wi' their aunts and uncles.

Maggie's ten times naughtier when they come than she is other days, and Tom doesn't like 'em, bless him!--though it's more nat'ral in a boy than a gell.
And there's Lucy Dean's such a good child,--you may set her on a stool, and there she'll sit for an hour together, and never offer to get off.

I can't help loving the child as if she was my own; and I'm sure she's more like _my_ child than sister Deane's, for she'd allays a very poor color for one of our family, sister Deane had." "Well, well, if you're fond o' the child, ask her father and mother to bring her with 'em.

And won't you ask their aunt and uncle Moss too, and some o' _their_ children ?" "Oh, dear, Mr.Tulliver, why, there'd be eight people besides the children, and I must put two more leaves i' the table, besides reaching down more o' the dinner-service; and you know as well as I do as _my_ sisters and _your_ sister don't suit well together." "Well, well, do as you like, Bessy," said Mr.Tulliver, taking up his hat and walking out to the mill.