"And my dog isn' a nasty cur; it only shows your ignorance.

Be quiet, 'Dolph!" She had to turn and shake her crutch at Godolphus, who, perceiving his mistress's line of action, at once, in his impulsive Irish way, barked defiance at the shopwoman.
But the shopwoman's eyes rested on the crutch, and the sight of it appeared to mollify her.
"My gracious! I do believe you 're the child was hurt at Maggs's Circus and taken to hospital." Tilda nodded.
"Did you see me ?" "Carried by on a stretcher--and your face the colour of _that_." The woman pointed to the marble counter-top.
"I was a serious case," said Tilda impressively.

"The people at the Good Samaritan couldn' remember admittin' the likes of it.

There were complications." "You don't say!" "But what's become of Maggs's ?" "Maggs's left a week ago come Tuesday.

I know, because they used to buy their milk of me.