Old Aunt thinks she'd better come away for a few days.

So, you see, she'll be here for her birthday.

Eighteen, that's what she be on the nineteenth! It do make me feel old--that it do!" Mrs.Bunting put down the tray.

"I can't have the girl here just now," she said shortly.

"I've just as much to do as I can manage.
The lodger gives me more trouble than you seem to think for." "Rubbish!" he said sharply.