Crellin, the hog-manager, showed them Lady Isleton, who, with her prodigious, fat, recent progeny of eleven, won various naïve encomiums, while Mr. Crellin warmly proclaimed at least four times, "And not a runt, not a runt, in the bunch."
"It's rather hard to satisfy young women with marriage these days," the hog-manager demurred. Dick Forrest laughed incredulously. "I don't know about that," he said. "There's your wife for an instance. She with her sheepskin classical scholar at that well, what has she done with it?... Two boys and three girls, I believe?