The last time I looked it was only pepper-and-salt.

What must I do ?" "Do--why, what would the wench do ?" asked Sally, contemptuously.
"Ye're never going to be taken in, at your time of life, by hair-dyes and such gimcracks, as can only take in young girls whose wisdom-teeth are not cut." "And who are not very likely to want them," said Miss Benson, quietly.

"No! but you see, Sally, it's very awkward having such grey hair, and feeling so young.

Do you know, Sally, I've as great a mind for dancing, when I hear a lively tune on the street-organs, as ever; and as great a mind to sing when I'm happy--to sing in my old way, Sally, you know." "Aye, you had it from a girl," said Sally; "and many a time, when the door's been shut, I did not know if it was you in the parlour, or a big bumble-bee in the kitchen, as was making that drumbling noise.

I heard you at it yesterday." "But an old woman with grey hair ought not to have a fancy for dancing or singing," continued Miss Benson.
"Whatten nonsense are ye talking ?" said Sally, roused to indignation.
"Calling yoursel' an old woman when you're better than ten years younger than me! and many a girl has grey hair at five-and-twenty." "But I'm more than five-and-twenty, Sally.