"NOT our own relations.

All the servants always gave us things at home, and us to them when it was their birthdays.

And when it was mine, and Mother gave me the brooch like a buttercup, Mrs.Viney gave me two lovely glass pots, and nobody thought she was coming the charity lay over us." "If it had been glass pots here," said Perks, "I wouldn't ha' said so much.

It's there being all this heaps and heaps of things I can't stand.
No--nor won't, neither." "But they're not all from us--" said Peter, "only we forgot to put the labels on.

They're from all sorts of people in the village." "Who put 'em up to it, I'd like to know ?" asked Perks.
"Why, we did," sniffed Phyllis.
Perks sat down heavily in the elbow-chair and looked at them with what Bobbie afterwards described as withering glances of gloomy despair.
"So you've been round telling the neighbours we can't make both ends meet?
Well, now you've disgraced us as deep as you can in the neighbourhood, you can just take the whole bag of tricks back w'ere it come from.