She gives me one every Saturday.

I didn't know what to spend it on." "My word! that's riches," said Martha.

"Tha' can buy anything in th' world tha' wants.

Th' rent of our cottage is only one an' threepence an' it's like pullin' eye-teeth to get it.

Now I've just thought of somethin'," putting her hands on her hips.
"What ?" said Mary eagerly.
"In the shop at Thwaite they sell packages o' flower-seeds for a penny each, and our Dickon he knows which is th' prettiest ones an' how to make 'em grow.