"Noo Tom Bell has lease o' baith yards, he's putten up t' price, and when you've paid what he's asking there's nowt left for meal.

I canna work for Mrs.Osborn as I used, and with oad Jim yearning nobbut fifteen shilling--" She paused for breath and wiped her hot face, and Osborn signed to the keeper.

The woman was making him ridiculous.
"Turn them all out, Holliday," he said and went on with his friends.
"The old lady's talkative," one remarked.

"Quite frank, but not at all angry; I thought her line was rather dignified.

I've met country folks who'd have been servilely apologetic, and some who would have called you ugly names." "These people are never apologetic," Osborn said dryly.