“Oh, no, don’t bother! I know the tune. It’s ‘Men must work, and women must weep.’ But you don’t weep.”
“I know I don’t. Hughie, it’s quite disgraceful. You haven’t paid the wine-man for ten weeks.”
“Oh, but he’s not the real wine-man!” said Hugh.
He snatched another book from the table.
“Fruiterer,” he said. “Last account settled February the first!”
“I hadn’t seen that,” said Edith. “Eat as much fruit as you please, Hugh, but don’t look at my private accounts.”
“And what about the wine-man’s book?” asked Hugh.
“Oh, but it wasn’t the real one.”
Hugh had picked up another book.
“I say, do we pave the house with butter?” he asked.