"In a way," says he.
"You've no family, I trust?" says Aunty.
"There are six of us all told," admits Woodie humble.
"Good heavens!" she gasps. "But I presume some of them are able to help you?"
"A little," says Woodie.
"Think of it!" says Aunty. "Six! And on such wages! Are any of them girls?"
"Two," says he.
"I must send you some of my niece's discarded gowns," says Aunty impulsive. "You are not a drinking man, are you?"
"Not to excess, Madam," says Woodie.
"How you can afford to drink at all is beyond me," says she. "Or even eat! Yet you are rather stout. I've no doubt, though, that plain food is best. But you show your age."