Our Elizabeth . . . . . . Frontispiece
Henry and I looked at the Cookery Book
The Kid
A Bad Sign
Marion dropped fifteen stitches
Our Friend William
'Wot's 'orrible about it?'
'Oh, must I, Mama?'
''E was starin' at it wild-like.'
'Do you mean the boiler one?' I asked.
'I suppose I'm shocking you terribly.'
A slight lowering of the left eye-lid.
Henry, being a Scotsman, likes argument.
'A fair razzle-dazzle.'
She dashed from the room in a spasm of mirth.
'Am I not a suitable wife for Henry?'
'Carn't you get rid of 'er?'
'Stop, William!' Marion said.
'Oo ses the Signs is wrong?'
''Ere's to us, all of us!'