" 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.
Not because of child labor, like you're just gonna, you know, make them do everything and make them into slaves, but because you deserve to have them help, one.
'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?