She felt quite safe; Homily liked her to write; Homily encouraged any form of culture. Homily herself, poor ignorant creature, could not even say the alphabet. (2.17)
But I went on about it so. What's a tea cup! Your Uncle Hendreary never drank a thing that wasn't an out of a common acorn cup, and he's lived to a ripe old age and had the strength to emigrate. My mother's family never had nothing but a little bone thimble which they shared around. But it's once you've had a tea cup, if you know what I mean… (3.13)
To go and live like Hendreary and Lupy in a badger's set! The other side of the world, that's where they say it is—all among the earthworms.
"Nuts, that's what they eat. And berries. I wouldn't wonder if they don't eat mice—" (4.23, 24)