“Anyhow, they frightened her,” said Jinny. “But she was nearly as bad with her own two. And anybody can see that she’s driven old Bob till he’s gone soft.”
“Ah, soft as mush,” said Jack Goodall. “’E’d never addle a week’s wage, nor yet a day’s if th’ chaps didn’t make it up to him.”
“My word, if he didn’t bring her a week’s wage, she’d pull his head off,” said Jinny.
“But a clean woman, and respectable, except for her foul mouth,” said Mrs. Goodall. “Keeps to herself like a bull-dog. Never lets anybody come near the house, and neighbours with nobody.”
“Wanted it thrashed out of her,” said Mr. Goodall, a silent, evasive sort of man.
“Where Bob gets the money for his drink from is a mystery,” said Jinny.
“Chaps treats him,” said Harry.
“Well, he’s got the pair of frightenedest rabbit-eyes you’d wish to see,” said Jinny.
“Ay, with a drunken man’s murder in them, I think,” said Mrs. Goodall.
So the talk went on after tea, till it was practically time to start off to chapel again.