Primarily the book aims at presenting a picture of a typical poor man's house and life. Incidentally, certain conclusions are expressed which--needless to say--are very tentative and are founded not alone on this poor man's house.
tock of me.
Presently she went to a cupboard, which is also the coal-hole, and brought out an immense frying-pan, black both inside and out. She heated it till the fat ran; wiped out it with a newspaper; then placed in it three split mackerel. "For Tony's tea," she explained. "He's to sea now with two gen'lemen, but I 'spect he'll be in house sune."
Voices from the passage: "Mam! Tay! Mam, I wants my tay!"
A deeper voice: "Missis, wer's my tay? Got ort nice to eat?"
It was Tony himself, accompanied by a small boy and a slightly larger small girl.
"Hullo, sir! Yu'm come then. Do 'ee think you can put up wi' our little shanty? Missis ought to ha' laid for 'ee in the front room. Us got a little parlour, you know.--I be so wet as a drownded corpse, Missis!"
The two children stood on the other side of the table, staring at me as if I were a wild beast behind bars which they scarcely trusted. "'Tis a gen'leman!" exclaimed the girl.<