MRS. HOLROYD
But look at the smuts on them—look! This vile hole! I'd never have come to live here, in all the thick of the pit-grime, and lonely, if it hadn't been for him, so that he shouldn't call in a public-house on his road home from work. And now he slinks past on the other side of the railway, and goes down to the New Inn instead of coming in for his dinner. I might as well have stopped in Bestwood.
BLACKMORE
Though I rather like this little place, standing by itself.
MRS. HOLROYD
Jack, can you go and take the stockings in for me? They're on the line just below the pigsty. The prop's near the apple-tree—mind it. Minnie, you take the peg-basket.
MINNIE
Will there be any rats, mam?
MRS. HOLROYD
Rats—no. They'll be frightened when they hear you, if there are.