"I have one eye upon my daily bread."
"And it isn't too much of it you see, by the looks of you. You're peaked, and you're thin."
"Oh, doctor! I'm sure I'm not."
"And I'm sure you are, and by virtue of my profession I ought to know. It's a pretty market to which you've brought your pigs. You might be one of the richest women in England, instead of being half-starved--with white cheeks and tired eyes."
"Doctor, how dare you say such things! It's not true! You've not improved!"
"I'm thinking you've not improved either. You've a stubborn heart. Why, all this time, haven't you let some of us know something about you?--if it was only where a line might reach you."
"You know very well why, and I did go to see Mr. Grahame."
"You went to see Cuthbert Grahame? When?" She mentioned the date. "Girl, you're dreaming. It was the day after that he died."
"The day after that he died? I knew he was dead. I heard of it long afterwards by a side wind; but I have never heard any particulars. You none of you told me anything."
"How were we to, when you'd hidden yourself from us in this great city?"