"Naw, I don't think I do. Will oo put me down?"
"But you do, Lizzie?" she said, addressing a girl of seven, whose bright red hair shone like a lamp in the gathering twilight.
"Yes, you're my big sister; you've been away this year or more in service."
"And you, Maggie, do you remember me too?"
Maggie at first seemed doubtful, but after a moment's reflection she nodded her head vigorously.
"Come, Esther, see how Julia is getting on," said Mrs. Saunders; "she makes her dogs nearly as fast as Jenny. She is still a bit careless in drawing the paper into the moulds. Well, just as I was speaking of it: 'ere's a dog with one shoulder just 'arf the size of the other."
"Oh, mother, I'm sure nobody'd never know the difference."
"Wouldn't know the difference! Just look at the hanimal! Is it natural?
Sich carelessness I never seed."
"Esther, just look at Julia's dog," cried Jenny, "'e 'asn't got no more than 'arf a shoulder. It's lucky mother saw it, for if the manager'd seen it he'd have found something wrong with I don't know 'ow many more, and docked us maybe a shilling or more on the week's work."
Julia began to cry.