"Again, ma'am?"
"Why not again? It's not so far, I suppose, that the journey will hurt you."
"I don't think it'd hurt me, ma'am;—only what good will I do?"
"If you'll go rightly to work, you may do good. Miss Dorothy was a fool to go the way she did;—a great fool."
"She stayed longer than I thought she would, ma'am."
"I'm not asking you what you thought. I'll tell you what. Do you send Giles to Winslow's, and tell them to send in early to-morrow a nice fore-quarter of lamb. Or it wouldn't hurt you if you went and chose it yourself."
"It wouldn't hurt me at all, ma'am."
"You get it nice;—not too small, because meat is meat at the price things are now; and how they ever see butcher's meat at all is more than I can understand."
"People as has to be careful, ma'am, makes a little go a long way."
"You get it a good size, and take it over in a basket. It won't hurt you, done up clean in a napkin."