They won't be home till latish an' I'll go bail as full o' strong waters as they can carry.

It's not market day to-morrow and your mother'll lie in bed till noon.

You can share my bed an' I'll let 'ee out long afore the mistress wakes." "Oh thank you--thank you Hannah.

How clever you are to think of all this." "Not much cleverness either.

Trust a woman for finding out a way when love's hanging on it." "Love ?" rapped out Lavinia sharply.
"Aye, it's love as is taking you to Twitenham with the young man's rubbishy play." "You've not read it, Hannah.