Eight shillings a week regular! and she only comes at ten and leaves at faive.

Oh! bless you, _she_ knows when she's well off, or she wouldn't put up with the books and slippers.

Ay know 'em!" he added, with a shrewd wink, which set Valmai laughing again.

When Mrs.Finch came in for the tray he was quite amiable.

"Well, ole gel," he said, "this is the night for your wages, isn't it ?" "Iss, sir," said the woman, with a sniff and a bob curtsey.
"There's my purse.