"They don't notice 'ow the time flies, that's all." "Time does go," murmured Mrs.Kingdom, with a glance at the clock.
Mrs.Kybird started.

"Ah, and we notice it too, ma'am, at our age," she said, sweetly, as she settled herself in her chair and clasped her hands in her lap "I can't 'elp looking at you, my dear," she continued, looking over at Miss Nugent.

"There's such a wonderful likeness between Jack and you.

Don't you think so, ma'am ?" Mrs.Kingdom in a freezing voice said that she had not noticed it.
"Of course," said Mrs.Kybird, glancing at her from the corner of her eye, "Jack has 'ad to rough it, pore feller, and that's left its mark on 'im.

I'm sure, when we took 'im in, he was quite done up, so to speak.
He'd only got what 'e stood up in, and the only pair of socks he'd got to his feet was in such a state of 'oles that they had to be throwed away.
I throwed 'em away myself." "Dear me," said Mrs.Kingdom.
"He don't look like the same feller now," continued the amiable Mrs.
Kybird; "good living and good clothes 'ave worked wonders in 'im.