Boys hes to work, round here.

Mam ain't got nobody but me 'n Pink, sence father died." "Who is Pink ?" asked Hilda, gently.
"My sister," replied Bubble.

"Thet ain't _her_ real name, nuther.

Mam hed her christened Pinkrosia, along o' her bein' so fond o' roses, Mam was; but we don't call her nothin' only Pink." "Pink Chirk!" repeated Hilda to herself.

"What a name! What can a girl be like who is called Pink Chirk ?" But now Bubble seemed to think that it was his turn to ask questions.