"No they don't though," replied Meg; "it comforts me a deal to think on it, fur they most sartin don't.  Ef they're wot's called lucky and don't catch no 'fection, and don't meet no h'accident, why then they may pull through; they lives then to be werry, werry skinny and ugly.  Ugh!  I shivers when I sees 'em; I says to myself, that's me when I'm old.  But, Faith, the chances ere h'all agen gals like me living to be old; let the least bit o' 'fection come to a gal like me, or the werry smallest h'accident, so as I'd have ter be tuk to 'orspital, and then where am I? why, no where.  You never, never seen a gal like me come h'out of 'orspital, Faithy."