You have got all your life before you--" "I wish I was at the end of it," says she, breaking in.

"I am alone in the world, and my life's no good to me." "You ought to be ashamed of yourself for saying so," says I."Haven't you got me for a friend?
Didn't I take a fancy to you when first you left your step-mother and came to lodge in this house?
And haven't I been sisters with you ever since?
Suppose you are alone in the world, am I much better off?
I'm an orphan like you.

I've almost as many things in pawn as you; and, if your pockets are empty, mine have only got ninepence in them, to last me for all the rest of the week." "Your father and mother were honest people," says Mary, obstinately.

"My mother ran away from home, and died in a hospital.

My father was always drunk, and always beating me.