And it makes me smile, sir, to think where the like o' poor folks is to get such things.

Lucky to be able to get a bit o' bread and a drain o' tea without sugar, them as is off their work, just to rub on and keep theirselves out o' the workhouse.

I know I'm thankful to do it.

Jim, he have got a place, sir." "Jim,--which is Jim ?" asked Lionel, turning his eyes on the group of children, supposing one must be meant.
"He ain't here, sir," cried the woman.

"It's the one with the black hair, and he was six year old yesterday.