She acted, I believe, as dry nurse to the distinguished Colonel of sepoys, my uncle.

She has retired into private life in her native town of Newcome, and occupies her latter days by the management of a mangle.

The Colonel and young pothouse have gone down to spend a few days with their elderly relative.

It's all here in the paper, by Jove!" Mr.Barnes clenched his fist, and stamped upon the newspaper with much energy.
"And so they should go down and see her, and so the Colonel should love his nurse, and not forget his relations if they are old and poor," cries Ethel, with a flush on her face, and tears starting into her eyes.
"Hear what the Newcome papers say about it," shrieks out Mr.Barnes, his voice quivering, his little eyes flashing out scorn.

"It's in both the papers, I dare say.