"Only kids eat that muck." "Kid yerself!" cried Ada furiously.

"Anybody 'ud think I was eatin' di'monds.

Yer'd grudge me the air I breathe, if yer thought it cost money." "Yah, git up an' light the fire!" replied Jonah.
"Yes, that's me all over.

Anybody else 'ud keep a servant; but as long as I'm fool enough ter slave an' drudge, yer save the expense." "You slave an' drudge ?" cried Jonah in scorn--"that was in yer dream.
Are yer sure ye're awake ?" "Yes, I am awake, an' let me tell yer that it's the talk of the neighbourhood that yer've got thousands in the bank, an' too mean ter keep a servant." "That's a lie, an' yer know it!" cried Jonah.

"Didn't yez 'ave a girl in Wyndham Street, an' didn't she pinch enough things to set up 'er sister's 'ouse w'en she got married ?" "Yous couldn't prove it," said Ada, sullenly.
"No, I couldn't prove it without showing everybody wot sort of wife I'd got." "She's a jolly sight too good fer yous, an' well yer know it." "Yes, that's wot I complain of," said Jonah.