At last in despair she dropped the silver in the jug on the wash-hand basin, and had the satisfaction of seeing him turn everything topsy-turvy in a vain attempt to find it.

As he never washed, it never occurred to him to look in the water-jug.
The cottage women when they went into Overboro' shopping, she said, were the despair of the drapers.

A woman, with two or three more to chorus her sentiments, would go into a shop and examine half-a-dozen dress fabrics, rubbing each between her work-hardened fingers and thumb till the shopkeeper winced, expecting to see it torn.

After trying several and getting the counter covered she would push them aside, contemptuously remarking, 'I don't like this yer shallygallee (flimsy) stuff.

Haven't'ee got any gingham tackle ?' Whereat the poor draper would cast down a fresh roll of stoutest material with the reply: 'Here, ma'am.