I detest the whole thing so that that alone makes my head ache till I can't see out of my eyes.

And look at that poor unfortunate child! Was there ever such a fright as he is!" Peepy, happily unconscious of the defects in his appearance, sat on the carpet behind one of the legs of the piano, looking calmly out of his den at us while he ate his cake.
"I have sent him to the other end of the room," observed Miss Jellyby, drawing her chair nearer ours, "because I don't want him to hear the conversation.

Those little things are so sharp! I was going to say, we really are going on worse than ever.

Pa will be a bankrupt before long, and then I hope Ma will be satisfied.

There'll he nobody but Ma to thank for it." We said we hoped Mr.Jellyby's affairs were not in so bad a state as that.
"It's of no use hoping, though it's very kind of you," returned Miss Jellyby, shaking her head.