"Yes," she said, "that's gone too. I'll be lucky soon if I'm left the clothes I stand up in."
He put out a sturdy finger and stroked her bare throat. She struck it aside with ferocity.
"What do you want then?" he asked.
"You know what I want," she answered huskily.
"What's that?"
"A man—to make a home and keep the children."
"Well, here's one a-waitin."
She flung him off and moved heavily into the kitchen.
Just then there was a tap at the window. It was little Alice calling for her mother to come and tuck her up.