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98 "but she made match-boxes I should a said, and she gotter bob a day, she did, for the work o' the lot of us—me an' the uvver two kids. An' she wouldn't let farver take me away from it neiver—she knowed wot 'e was—and I was worf a good tuppence 'apenny a day, I was, when I wasn't more'n abaht eight years old. We wos terrors at matches, when it wasn't too cold to feel nothink wiv' yer 'ands.

"And then the Revering 'Oly 'Ennery 'Opper's bloomin' well Missus from the tin chapel took to Districk-visitin' us, she did. There we wos, all of us eggsep' the two bibies, workin' away like devils to make seven bob a week for rent, coals, and food—the pore ain't go no right to nothink else—when there comes a knock at our door an' in walks the 'oly female.

"‘Don' git up, my good woman,' she says gracious-like.

"‘I ain't got time to,' says Muvver, practical-like. 'My time's took up wiv' work—to get food an' fuel, when I paid me rent,' she says.

"‘How many hours a day do you work?' says the 'oly lady, a sniffin' the balmy atmosfeer of our