Inq. Now, good lady, you’re a fine, good-looking woman; if you’ll give me a few civil answers I’ll thank you. What I wish to know first is, how many are there in your family?
Mrs. T. Let me see [counting on her fingers]; there’s I and my husband is one——
Inq. Two, you mean.
Mrs. T. Don’t put me out, now, Mr. Thinkummy. There’s I and my husband is one——
Inq. Are you always one?
Mrs. T. What’s that to you, I should like to know. But I tell you, if you don’t leave off interrupting me I won’t say another word.
Inq. Well, take your own way, and be hanged to you.
Mrs. T. I will take my own way, and no thanks to you. [Again counting her fingers.] There’s I and my husband is one; there’s John, he’s two; Peter is three, Sue and Moll are four, and Thomas is five. And then there’s Mr. Jenkins and his wife and the two children is six; and there’s Jowler, he’s seven.
Inq. Jowler! Who’s he?
Mrs. T. Who’s Jowler! Why, who should he be but the old house dog?