you've 'ad the run of your teeth at my tible!
Linton.—You're forgetting the time I was in hospital three weeks Mrs. Benn, and how weak I was afterward. I only ate enough to keep a child for another month.
Mrs. Benn.—Enough to keep a child! That's just it. It was enough to 'ave kept my child.
Benn.—You forget, Lizzie, 'ow 'e's tried to get work, sime as I 'ave. There's been other fine men besides us out of work this Winter and Spring.
Mrs. Benn.—That's not to s'y I 'ave to keep 'em all, is it?
Benn.—But it's not as though 'e 'adn't tried, Lizzie, sime as me.
Mrs. Benn.—Well, let 'im go to a institootion. I ain't goin' to 'ave my 'ouse turned into a institootion for dec'yed gentlemen. Let 'im marry a wife to keep 'im, sime as you. Let
