What're you lookin' at?
What're you lookin' at?
Ain't goin' to buy any thin' out o' that winder, be ye?
Trash, trash, trash! People are all cheats, cheats," said the old man, breathlessly.
"I'm afraid I'll have to, sir," replied Mercy, vainly trying to keep the muscles of her face quiet.

"I must buy a clock.

Our clock got broken on the way." "Broken?
Clock broken?
Mend it, mend it, child.

I'll show you a good man, not this feller in here,--he's only good for outsides.

Holler sham, holler sham! What kind o' clock was it ?" "Oh, that's the worst of it.