Awful old." "Is she ?" said the Skipper.
"Awful.

Eighty-seven, and looks ninety.

You'd like her." "Yes, I suppose so," said the Skipper.
"Nicest old woman as ever was:--I say," he added, as if struck by a sudden thought, "how much money have you got ?" The Skipper told him, and the man laughed.
"More'n I have.

Spent some, give the old ooman the rest.

On'y got thruppence left.