Then I realized that there were such things as munitions and ships, and I wondered no more.
A stout and dishevelled lady at a close-mouth directed me to Mr Amos's dwelling.

'Twa stairs up.

Andra will be in noo, havin' his tea.

He's no yin for overtime.

He's generally hame on the chap of six.' I ascended the stairs with a sinking heart, for like all South Africans I have a horror of dirt.