“I aint so old as I look,” said Mrs. Walsh. “It’s bein’ poor and destitoot that makes me look old before my time.”
“Where’s your husband?”
“He’s dead,” said granny. “He treated me bad; he used to drink, and then bate me and the children.”
“You look as if you drank, yourself.”
“I’d scorn the action,” said granny, virtuously. “I never could bear whiskey.”
“Aint she doin’ it up brown?” thought Tom. “Haven’t I seen her pourin’ it down though?”
“Give me your basket,” said the servant.
“Can’t you give me some money,” whined granny, “to help pay the rint?”
“We never give money,” said the servant.
She went into the kitchen, and Shortly returned with some cold meat and bread. Granny opened it to see what it contained.