That's nineteen shillin fur th' two on us.

_Isn't_ it nineteen shillin ?' she said peremptorily, seizing his arm with her long fingers.
'Well, I dessay it is,' said David, reluctantly.

'An precious tired yo'll be o' settin stitchin mornin, noon, an neet.

Like to see yo do't.' 'I'd do it fur nine shillin,' she said doggedly, and sat looking straight before her, with wide glittering eyes.

She understood from David's talk that, what with meal, apples, and greenstuff, your 'eatin' need cost you nothing.