’Bother Sheep’s Acre.  Who wants to stop at Sheep’s Acre?  It’s the stoopidest place in all England.’

’Then find another.  Then find another.  That’s all aboot it.  John
Crumb’s a coming up for a bit o’ supper.  You tell him your own mind. 
I’m dommed if I trouble aboot it.  On’y you don’t stay here.  Sheep’s
Acre ain’t good enough for you, and you’d best find another home. 
Stoopid, is it?  You’ll have to put up wi’ places stoopider nor Sheep’s
Acre, afore you’ve done.’

In regard to the hospitality promised to Mr Crumb, Miss Ruggles went about her work with sufficient alacrity...