Dear, dear, now what can we exchange?
Look here, Sophy, run, like a good child, to your father's wardrobe, and see if there are a couple of pairs of old trousers gone at the knees, and maybe that great-coat of his that had one of the flaps torn, and the patch on the left sleeve.

It was warm, certainly, but it always was a show, that great-coat.

Maybe he wouldn't miss it, or at any rate he'd give it up to help to settle Matty." "Lor, ma, I really do think you are indelicate, when the man hasn't even proposed!" exclaimed Alice.

"There's Matty, she's off giggling again.

I do believe she'll soon laugh day and night without stopping." "Are we to have Mrs.Middlemass up or not, mother ?" exclaimed Sophy.
"Yes, child, yes.