Just about every man in the neighborhood was wearing her handiwork on his body.

Her shoulders were shaking with laughter through all this, but she managed to continue ironing.
"That's the banter!" said she, laughing harder than ever.
That squint-eyed Augustine almost burst, the joke seemed to her so funny.

The others bullied her.

There was a brat for you who laughed at words she ought not to understand! Clemence handed her her iron; the apprentice finished up the irons on the stockings and the dish-cloths when they were not hot enough for the starched things.

But she took hold of this one so clumsily that she made herself a cuff in the form of a long burn on the wrist.