"I don't see any thing so terribly bad about the house. I am well satisfied."
"Are you, indeed! But I am not, I can tell you for your comfort."
"What's the matter with the house?"
"Every thing. There isn't a comfortable or decent room in it, from the garret to the cellar. Not one. It's a horrid place to live in; and such a neighbourhood to bring up children in!"
"You thought it a 'love of a house' a year ago."
"Me! Mr. Plunket, I never liked it; and it was all your fault that we ever took the miserable affair."
"My fault! Bless me, Sarah, what are you talking about? I didn't want to move from where we were. I never want to move."
"Oh, no, you'd live in a pigstye for ever, if you once got there, rather than take the trouble to get out of it."
"Mrs. Plunket!"
"Mr. Plunket!"