"It's in a red handkerchief by the coach-house door," said Berry. "Now you can go. I shan't want you any more to-night. Don't forget the—ah—wrinkle I gave you about the cotton-waste."
"Fancy Boy earning some money!" said Daphne. "What wages d'you get?"
"Six-and-tenpence-farthing a week," said I, "and all found."
"That's a dangerous phrase," said Jonah. "Might mean anything."
"Exactly," said Berry. "It includes boots, we know. What else besides boots?"
"Depends on the man," said I.
"It does," said Daphne. "And that's why you've got to give notice at once."
"Notice?"
I felt Jill's hand pushing my hair back from my forehead. She was standing behind my chair.
"Yes," she said, "and come back to us. Fact is, Boy, we can't spare you."