"I'm none so sure.—Ern's my soldier, Ern is."
He gripped her arm.
"I'll go home," she said, curt as the cut of a whip.
He relaxed.
"Nay," he answered. "If we're to fight for your children yo mun help."
She threw off his arm with a gesture of easy dignity. Then they walked on again together down Saffrons Road towards the Town Hall.
CHAPTER XXXVII
MRS. LEWKNOR
The Town Hall was crowded.
The Mayor, who was in the chair, had spoken on behalf of the Prince of Wales's Fund and announced that subscriptions would be received by the Town Clerk.