I suppose yer git them from yer lovely father.

The 'ardest work 'e ever did was to drink beer.

It's a wonder yer don't take after 'im in that.
I suppose I've got something to be thankful for." "Yes, I suppose yer'd like me ter drink meself ter death, so as yer could marry again.

But yer needn't fear I'll last yous out," cried Ada, recovering her tongue now that she was no longer in fear of a blow.
"Ah well, yer can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear they say," said Jonah.

There was an intense weariness in his voice as he turned his back on Ada.
"No more than yer can make a man out of a monkey on a stick," muttered Ada to herself as she got out of bed.
Ada got the breakfast and went about the house in sullen silence.
Jonah was used to this.