"You need one for certain. Shabby you are."
"This is a friendly call. To a low-class shop must a poor tommy go."
"Do you then not be cheated by an English swindler." The clothier raised his thin voice: "Kate, here's a strange boy."
A pretty young woman, in spite of her snaggled teeth, frisked into the room like a wanton lamb. Her brown hair was drawn carelessly over her head, and her flesh was packed but loosely.
"Serious me," she cried, "Llew Eevans! Llew bach, how are you? Very big has the army made you and strong."
"Not changed you are."
"No. The last time you came was to see the rabbit."
"Dear me, yes. Have you still got her?"
"She's in the belly long ago," said the clothier.
"I have another in her stead," said Kate. "A splendid one. Would you like to fondle her?"