I thought it would be easy to get a place in London, but I don't find it so." "A place!" the boy repeated scornfully.

"I should like any one to see me in a place.

It's better a hundred times to be your own master." "Even if you do want a piece of bread sometimes ?" Frank put in.
"Yes," the boy said.

"When it ain't market day and ye haven't saved enough to buy a few papers or boxes of matches it does come hard.

In winter the times is bad, but in summer we gets on fairish, and there ain't nothing to grumble about.