"Mother taught her to cook a fair treat these two years.

She niver got anythin' to practise on in your 'ouse." "That's true," said Mrs Partridge, placidly.

"I was never one to poison meself with me own cooking.

When I was a girl I used ter buy a penn'orth of everythin', peas-pudden, saveloys, pies, brawn, trotters, Fritz, an' German sausage.

Give me the 'am shop, an' then I know who ter blame, if anythin' goes wrong with me stomach." Chook gave his opinion of cookshops.
"Ah well," said Mrs Partridge, "what the eye doesn't see the 'eart doesn't grieve over, as the sayin' is! An' that reminds me.