`I dont mind , said Mrs Glegg.

    ` six altoget isnt o tomorro ttern ready s ony times ts t to a lady like you? ic tie to his bundle.

    `Come, lay me out t muslin, said Mrs Glegg. ` s.

    `You  lady, o the winder.

    `ell, put it me out, said Mrs Glegg, peremptorily.

    `But if I let you  for ten s tell nobody. I sock - trade, ud  me, if t. Im obliged to make believe as I ask more nor I do for my goods, else t I . Im glad you dont insist upo buyin t, for t my t bargains for Mrs Pepper o Fibbs End - an somer.

    `Let me look at t again, said Mrs Glegg, yearning after ts and sprigs nohey were vanishing.

    `ell, I cant deny you, mum, said Bob,  out. `E a pattern noicle Im recommendin Mr tom to send out. Lors, its a fine t a bit o money - t breed like maggits. If I  o money! - y pound into t as s catco a sack: s o anyto start. ell, s out ty pound to a young man in t out i Laceance (not Salt) took em out, an s  per zent fust go off - an no  s be sendin out carguies in as ric live i too give me t...

    `een s its a shameful price.

    `Nay, mum, youll niver say t  o ticles - I am, indeed. t eig as clean as a razor. Noinued Bob, so go and see about makin Mr toms fortin. E anoty pound to lay out for mysen: I s stay to say my Catec to do .

    `Stop a bit, Mr Glegg, said took , `you never  tell me its too late for me to speak. As if I  my nevvys o, and t for o respect when Im laid in my coffin.

    `ell, Mrs G., say w you mean, said Mr G. i