"I was awake this morning ages before you, I can tell you, my dear Dorcas.

Come here for a minute, Dorcas, please," she went on.

"There now, sniff my handkerchief.

What do you think of that ?" "It's beautiful," said Dorcas.

"It's out of the big blue chinay bottle on your auntie's table, isn't it, missie ?" "Stuff and nonsense," replied Griselda; "it's scent of my own, Dorcas.
Aunt Grizzel never had any like it in her life.