Oh, it ain't nothing, dearie; just a bit of the trembles, and to prove to old Hannah that she is getting on in years.

I nursed you all, darling--him, my beautiful boy, and you three.

Miss Primrose, dear, how old would you say that Mr.Noel was.
I didn't have a fair look at him until to-day, and he seems quite a young sort of man." "Miss Egerton says that he is twenty-six, Hannah." "Twenty-six," answered Hannah; "don't interrupt me for a minute, dear.
I'm comparing dates--twenty-six--twenty-six.

Law, goodness gracious me! You haven't never noticed, Miss Primrose, that he have a kind of a mole--long-shaped, and rather big, a little way up his left arm?
Have you, now, dearies ?" "No, really, Hannah, I've never seen Mr.Noel's arm without his coat-sleeve.

How very queerly you are speaking, Hannah." "Not at all, dearie; it's only because I've got the trembles on me.
Well, love, and so you don't want to be under no compliments to that Mrs.Ellsworthy, who never took no notice of your poor dear ma ?" Primrose sighed.
"I feel sore about it, Hannah," she said.