It's little thanks _I_ get for what I do for folks i' this world.

Though there's never a woman o' _your_ side o' the family, Mr.Glegg, as is fit to stand up with me, and I'd say it if I was on my dying bed.

Not but what I've allays conducted myself civil to your kin, and there isn't one of 'em can say the contrary, though my equils they aren't, and nobody shall make me say it." "You'd better leave finding fault wi' my kin till you've left off quarrelling with you own, Mrs.G.," said Mr.Glegg, with angry sarcasm.

"I'll trouble you for the milk-jug." "That's as false a word as ever you spoke, Mr.Glegg," said the lady, pouring out the milk with unusual profuseness, as much as to say, if he wanted milk he should have it with a vengeance.

"And you know it's false.