She says, 'There's such a lot o' room in that big place, why don't they give her a bit for herself, even if she doesn't plant nothin' but parsley an' radishes?
She'd dig an' rake away an' be right down happy over it.' Them was the very words she said." "Were they ?" said Mary.

"How many things she knows, doesn't she ?" "Eh!" said Martha.

"It's like she says: 'A woman as brings up twelve children learns something besides her A B C.Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you findin' out things.'" "How much would a spade cost--a little one ?" Mary asked.
"Well," was Martha's reflective answer, "at Thwaite village there's a shop or so an' I saw little garden sets with a spade an' a rake an' a fork all tied together for two shillings.

An' they was stout enough to work with, too." "I've got more than that in my purse," said Mary.

"Mrs.Morrison gave me five shillings and Mrs.Medlock gave me some money from Mr.Craven." "Did he remember thee that much ?" exclaimed Martha.
"Mrs.Medlock said I was to have a shilling a week to spend.