"Why did you not stop at an inn?" I asked.
"None of that!" growled the man, in a threatening tone.
"Be quiet, Jim!" said the woman. "Why didn't we stop at an inn, master? Because in them places they don't give you nothing for nothing, and that's about as much as we've got to offer. We're dead broke, master."
"We're never nothing else," growled the man.
"Can you help us, master?" asked the woman.
"Ask him if he will," growled the man, "don't ask him if he can."
"Leave it to me, Jim. You're always a-putting your foot into it. Will you, master, will you?"
"Who is that crying?"
"One of the children, master."
"One of them! How many have you?"