Weaknesses she had none, except an inability to darn her stockings.

That the holes at her heels might not be seen, she had a trick of pulling her stockings down under her feet, an inch or two at a time, as they wore out; and when the tops no longer reached to her knee, she gartered--so gossip said--half-way down the leg.
Around her, in as much of the warmth as she spared, sat Old Zeb, Uncle Issy, Jim Lewarne, his brother, and six or seven other notables of the two parishes.

They were listening just now, and though the mug of eggy-hot passed from hand to hand as steadily as usual, a certain restrained excitement might have been guessed from the volumes of smoke ascending from their clay pipes.
"A man must feel it, boys," the hostess said, "wi' a rale four-poster hung wi' yaller on purpose to suit his wife's complexion, an' then to have no wife arter all." "Ay," assented Old Zeb, who puffed in the corner of a settle on her left, with one side of his face illuminated and the other in deep shadow, "he feels it, I b'lieve.

Such a whack o' dome as he'd a-bought, and a weather-glass wherein the man comes forth as the woman goes innards, an' a dresser, painted a bright liver colour, engaging to the eye." "I niver seed a more matterimonial outfit, as you might say," put in Uncle Issy.
"An' a warmin'-pan, an' likewise a lookin'-glass of a high pattern." "An' what do he say ?" inquired Calvin Oke, drawing a short pipe from his lips.
"In round numbers, he says nothing, but takes on." "A wisht state!" "Ay, 'tis wisht.

Will 'ee be so good as to frisk up the beverage, Prudy, my dear ?" Prudy took up a second large mug that stood warming on the hearthstone, and began to pour the eggy-hot from one vessel to the other until a creamy froth covered the top.
"'T'other chap's a handsome chap," she said, with her eyes on her work.
"Handsome is as handsome does," squeaked Uncle Issy.
"If you wasn' such an aged man, Uncle, I' call 'ee a very tame talker." Uncle Issy collapsed.
"I reckon you'm all afeard o' this man," continued Prudy, looking round on the company, "else I'd have heard some mention of a shal-lal afore this." The men with one accord drew their pipes out and looked at her.
"I mean it.