Eighteenpence a week! And if it was only that,--do you know what
fifty-two eighteenpences come to in a year? Do you ever think of
that, and see the gowns I wear? I'm sure I can't, out of the house-
money, buy myself a pin-cushion; though I've wanted one these six
months. No--not so much as a ball of cotton. But what do you care
so you can get your brandy-and-water? There's the girls, too--the
things they want! They're never dressed like other people's
children. But it's all the same to their father. Oh, yes! So he
can go with his Skylarks they may wear sackcloth for pinafores, and
packthread for garters.

"You'd better not let that Mr. Prettyman come here, that's all; or,
rather, you'd better bring him once. Yes, I should like to see him.
He wouldn't forget it. A man who, I may say, lives and moves only in
a spittoon. A man who has a pipe in his mouth as constant as his
front teeth. A sort of tavern king, with a lot of fools like you to
laugh at what he thinks his jokes, and give him consequence. No, Mr.
Caudle, no; it's no use your telling me to go to sleep, for I won't.
Go to sleep, indeed! I'm sure it's almost time to get up. I hardly
know what's the use of coming to bed at all now.

"The Skylarks, indeed! I suppose you'll be buying a 'Little
Warbler,' and at your time of life, be trying to sing. The peacocks
will sing next. A pretty name you'll get in the neighbourhood; and,
in a very little time, a nice face you'll have. Your nose is getting
redder already: and you've just one of the noses that liquor always
flies to. YOU DON'T SEE IT'S RED? No--I daresay not--but _I_ see
it; _I_ see a great many things you don't. And so you'll go on. In
a little time, with your brandy-and-water--don't tell me that you
only take two small glasses: I know what men's two small glasses