Nutts. You’re a prudent woman, Mrs Nutts. Nevertheless, you’ve talked quite enough to-day; and I don’t know that you’ve any partic’lar business at all in the shop.
Mrs Nutts. Don’t you? Then I have business; and I tell you what—now little Tommy’s weaned, it’s my intention to come and have a long talk in the shop every week. You’re not going to have it all your own way, as you have done, I can assure you.
Chapter XII.
Slowgoe. (With paper.) Oh yes; it’s plain enough: more danger in the Church of England. Here’s something taken from the Morning Herald that shows how the cat jumps.
Nutts. Well, I’m not partic’lar about cats in common, but how does she jump?
Slowgoe. Towards Rome, Mr Nutts; yes, towards the Scarlet——
Nutts. Mr Slowgoe, beg your pardon, but Mrs Nutts is in the shop.
Mrs Nutts. Never mind me, Mr Slowgoe, if I am in the shop. The children’s washed, the meat’s sent to the bakehouse, and I shall just sit down and enjoy myself. Go on, Mr Slowgoe.