"Oh, how happy I am! And when 'ull she be back?"
"Well, that's the part as may moderate your raptures; she can't exactly tell when. She sent me to tell yer as she don't exactly know. It may be to-morrow; or, agen, it mayn't be fur a week, or even more. She's hever so sorry, and she sends yer a whole pocketful o' love, but she can't tell when she'll get back."
"But what is she stayin fur?"
"Oh! my heyes! wot is she staying fur? You wants ter live in a cottage in the country, don't yer?"
"Why, yes, that's hour dream."
"Well, ha'n't she to find hout wot the price o' them are? Ha'n't she, stoo-pid?"
"I s'pose so. Is that what she's staying fur?"
Pickles nodded.
"You don't never tell no lies, do you, boy?"
"I! Wot do yer take me fur? You can b'lieve me or not as yer pleases."