Why, Lewis the tailor 'ouldn't 'a mended it better.

Why, girl, where did you learn tailoring ?' 'Mother taught me to mend everything, sir.' 'There then, take you that old hat and see if you can make as good a job of sewing on the brim as you done of the coat.

Mother, come you here, I want to speak to you.' Mr Prothero left the room, and Mrs Prothero followed.
'Who's that girl, mother?
I never saw her before,' were his first words in the passage, whilst pulling to the coat that he had begun to put on in the work-room.
'Why, David, you see--it is--there now, don't be angry.' 'Angry! what for?
Hasn't she mended my coat capital, and isn't she as modest looking a young 'ooman as I ever saw ?' 'She is very delicate, but she works night and day.

Indeed, she does more in a day than most girls in a week Owen wanted some shirts, you see--she made that cap you admired so much, and that new gown of Netta's; and has more than paid for--' 'But who the deuce is she ?' 'There now, don't be angry, David.

'Tis that poor Irish girl that was so ill of the fever.' 'I'll never believe she's Irish as long as I live--she's too pretty and tidy and delicate and fair.