"He wos wery good to me, he wos!"—Chap. xi.
"Why, do you know how pretty you are, child!" she says, touching her shoulder with her two fore-fingers—Chap. xii.
Deportment—Chap. xiv.
"Honoured, indeed," said she, "by another visit from the wards in Jarndyce!"—Chap. xiv.