“Oh, yes, certainly, there’s some use in that. Some of them may want pictures framed.”
“Who are these for?” said the girl, pointing to some frames which had been just finished.
“For old Dawson, up the hill. There’s not much hanging to them, he’s as mean as Lucifer. Indeed, they are all pretty much alike as far as that goes. It’s a hard job to get a living by working for the trade.”
“You should have a shop of your own.”
“May be I shall after a bit—that is, if I settle in Bradford.”
“You are not going to leave us again?” said the girl, putting her arms around his neck, and embracing him fondly; “what should I do without you, Charlie?”
“Do as others do,” returned Peace, with a smile.
“And what might that be?”
“Get hold of another chap—that’s all.”
“Men never give girls credit for any feeling,” said Bessie, pouting.