Nice, quiet lodgings for a few weeks is what I'm wanting--a bit of plain cooking--no fal-lals.

And as for money--no object! Charge me what you like, and I'll pay beforehand, any hand, whatever's convenient." My mother, a shrewd little woman, who had had a good deal to do since my father died, smiled at the corners of her mouth as she looked the would-be lodger up and down.
"Why, sir," said she.

"I like to know who I'm taking in.

You're a stranger in the place, I'm thinking." "Fifty years since I last clapped eyes on it, ma'am," he answered.

"And I was then a youngster of no more than twelve years or so.