But Mrs.Jellison held firm, embroidering her negative, indeed, with her usual cheerful chatter, but sticking to it all the same.

At last there was no way of saving dignity but to talk of something else and go--above all, to talk of something else before going, lest the would-be benefactor should be thought a petty tyrant.
"Oh, Johnnie ?--thank yer, miss--'e's an owdacious young villain as iver I seed--but _clever_--lor', you'd need 'ave eyes in yer back to look after _'im_.

An' _coaxin'_! ''Aven't yer brought me no sweeties, Gran'ma ?' 'No, my dear,' says I.'But if you was to _look_, Gran'ma--in both your pockets, Gran'ma--iv you was to let _me_ look ?' It's a sharp un Isabella, she don't 'old wi' sweet-stuff, she says, sich a pack o' nonsense.

She'd stuff herself sick when she wor 'is age.

Why shouldn't _ee_ be happy, same as her?
There ain't much to make a child 'appy in _that_ 'ouse.