I know it by your language." "In the devil's name, how can you know it by my language, mother ?" "You talked about skinning a flint; now, you had that from them with reference to me.

It was only the other day that an ill-tongued house-maid of mine, after I had paid her her wages, and 'stopped' for the articles she injured on me, turned round, and called me a skinflint; they have made it a common nickname on me.

I'd have torn her eyes out only for Lindsay, who had the assurance to tell me that if he had not interfered I'd have had the worst of it--that I'd come off second best, and such slang; yes, and then added afterwards, that he was sorry he interfered.

That's the kind of a husband he is, and that's the life I lead.

Now, this property is mine, and I can leave it to any one I please; he hasn't even a life interest in it." "O," exclaimed the son, in surprise, "is that the case ?" "It is," she replied, "and yet you see how I am treated." "I was not aware of that, my dear mother," responded worthy Harry.