"This is a respectable 'ouse, more or less, and you ain't goin' out to pawn nothink in your py-jams.

I'll owe it to the milkman again.

Not but what I 'adn't p'raps better pay 'im after all.

I got me money paid yesterday, on'y I 'ad thought to put it away for Elbert." "Are you Peony, the other lodger ?" "Thet's right, dearie." Peony was not in her first youth, in fact she was comfortably into her second.

Her voice was so beautiful that it almost made one shy, but her choice of language, tending as it did in the other direction, reassured one.