Maria, she doesn't pay her way." Miss Peters rolled her eyes with a quick dart at her sister.
"They do say she's very close in the kitchen," she remarked; "and the butcher told Susan that they only go in for New Zealand." Mrs.Butler rose from her seat, to express more markedly her disgust for colonial viands.
"Ugh!" she said.

"Catch me putting a morsel of that poisonous stuff inside my mouth.

Well, well, you'll see I'm right, Maria.

She don't pay her way, so she's ashamed, and well she may be, to look honest folk in the face." "Beatrice has got up to the other boat," interrupted Miss Peters.

Give me the glass, quickly, Martha.