Amid all these lugubrious kinsfolk and acquaintance, mother found her social duties tiresome enough, and liked to have me in the room in order that she might give vent to her feelings afterwards. 'Molly dear,' she would exclaim, 'I must say what I think about Aunt Lizzie, or I shall burst.' Charles enabled us to bear a lot by means of his deadly imitations of every one. But mother, the gayest of mortals, had to rack her brains to get the conversation away from grievances. She even asked a visitor one day how she managed to have such an effective bustle. The astounding answer was, 'The Times. I find its paper so good, far more satisfactory than the Daily News', and putting her hand under her skirt she tore off a piece to show us."
A London Child of the 1870s M. V. Hughes