She was sixteen years old, and devoted her youth and beauty to buttonholes.

In the East End, where a spade is a spade, a buttonhole is a buttonhole, and not a primrose or a pansy.

There are two kinds of buttonhole--the coarse for slop goods and the fine for gentlemanly wear.

Becky concentrated herself on superior buttonholes, which are worked with fine twist.

She stitched them in her father's workshop, which was more comfortable than a stranger's, and better fitted for evading the Factory Acts.