It's only the kids count.

There's something about the little shavers...

I can't talk of them.

And if you thought a cent about this father that I hear you talk of, or that sweetheart you were writing to this morning, you would feel like me.

You would say, What matters laws, and God, and that?
My folks are hard up, I belong to them, I'll get them bread, or, by God! I'll get them wealth, if I have to burn down London for it.