Mrs.Everat--her ninth child in eight years--in the grocery line.

A woman in a thousand, sir!" Here a thin boy, with very short coat-sleeves, and very large hands, burst into the room with his mouth open.

"Sir--Mr.Perkins--sir!" "I know--I know-coming.

Mrs.Plummer or Mrs.Everat ?" "No, sir; it be the poor lady at Mrs.Lacy's; she be taken desperate.
Mrs.Lacy's girl has just been over to the shop, and made me run here to you, sir." "Mrs.Lacy's! oh, I know.

Poor Mrs.Morton! Bad case--very bad--must be off.