“Woddyer mean?” said his host. “Wot’s true? A Rolls moter coopy’s good enough fer mos’ people.”
“Well, an’ who said it wasn’t?” said May.
“Look ’ere,” said her father. “Your mother said there was things beside cars.”
“So there is,” said May. “Fine clothes an’ fine relations.”
She laughed spitefully.
“Shut up, May,” said Ada. “She never said she ’ad a coopy. It was Bob wot started it.”
“That’s right,” said Bob, red in the face. “I said it, an’ where’s the ’arm?”
“No ’arm at all,” said his aunt silkily. “If the troof was known, I spec’ she ’ad two or free cars.”
Her husband suspended mastication and stared at Ann. Then he spoke through the cud.
“Didjoo?” he demanded.