"You really are very melancholy, Hannah."
"And why in the name of fortune should I be merry? What's to make me
merry?"
"Well, we all have to make the best of things. Miss Donnithorne says
so."
"Don't you mention the name of that hussy to me!"
"Hannah, you have no right to call her that. She is a most sweet, dear,
charming woman."
"Get you out of my kitchen, Dumps!"
"Hannah, what do you mean?"
"Mean? I don't want that woman coming fussing round the place, making
up to you, dressing you up--I know what it means. Don't you talk to me.
Get along, Dumps, or I'll say something angry. Now then, out you go!"
Hannah pushed the cotton-wool well into her ear with her thumb, and
after that I knew that I might as well talk to a deaf and dumb image.