She makes believe she's got no more appetite than a canary, but she lives on the pick of the 'am shop w'en nobody's lookin'.

Look 'ow fat she is.

W'en she married Dad, you could 'ear 'er bones rattle.

I wouldn't mind if she did the washin'.

But she puts the things in soak on Monday, an' then on Saturday I 'ave ter turn to an' do the lot, 'cause she's delicate.