"They were not."
"Oh, well, let's talk o' something more human-like—"
"Ourselves!" I suggested.
"Well, I sold every one o' my baskets and earned fifty-six shillings.
How much money did you spend, Peregrine?"
"I'm not sure, but about twenty-seven pounds, I fancy."
"Pounds?" she cried so suddenly that Diogenes pricked his ears. "For them noo duds—"
"Horrible!" I exclaimed.
"It is!" said she. "It's wicked robbery—"
"I mean your grammar, Diana, and the word 'duds', whatever it may mean, sounds atrocious, especially on your lips—"
"Oh, tush! d'ye mean as they charges you all that money for them new—"