"I'll tell you what I think, ma'am," Mrs.
Cheeseman said to Widow Shanks quite early, "if you take a farthing less than half a guinea a week for your dimity-parlour, with the window up the hill, and the little door under the big sweet-briar, I shall think that you are not as you used to be." "And right you would be, ma'am, and too right there;" Mrs.Shanks sighed deeply as she thought of it.

"There is nobody but you can understand it, and I don't mind saying it on that account to you.

Whenever I have wanted for a little bit of money, as the nature of lone widows generally does, it has always been out of your power, Mrs.Cheeseman, to oblige me, and quite right of you.

But I have a good son, thank the Lord, by the name of Harry, to provide for me; and a guinea a week is the agreement now for the dimity-parlour, and the three leg'd bed, and cold dinner to be paid for extra, such as I might send for to your good shop, with the money ready in the hand of my little girl, and jug below her apron for refreshment from the Darling." "Well, I never! My dear soul, you have taken all my breath away.

Why, it must be the captain of all the gunners.