" I now propose a toast, as my 'friend and pardner, Sairy Gamp', says. Fun forever, and no grubbing! " cried Jo, rising, glass in hand, as the lemonade went round.
'And it's a great deal better, Work'us, that she died when she did, or else she'd have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung; which is more likely than either, isn't it?