Many a pennyworth has he sold me.
Laws! how the poor old folk do get up! I think I can see the old man now, with his sleeves rolled up, dealing out his yeast.

He wore one coat for about twenty years, and used to be always bragging about it." As they were thus talking, a door of one of the splendid mansions they were passing opened, and a fashionably-dressed young man came slowly down the steps, and walked on before them with a very measured step and peculiar gait.
"That's young Dr.Whiston, mother," whispered Caddy; "he's courting young Miss Morton." "You don't say so!" replied the astonished Mrs.Ellis.

"Why, I declare his grandfather laid her grandfather out! Old Whiston was an undertaker, and used to make the handsomest coffins of his time.

And he is going to marry Miss Morton! What next, I'd like to know! He walks exactly like the old man.

I used to mock him when I was a little girl.