They tried hard to realize the fact now and console their mother at the same time, so grave and sad was her face. [51]
]“We don’t care, darling,” Phyl said, “we’ll wear our old frocks; we shan’t want new ones for long enough, shall we, Dolly? And those last boots we had will last us a long time yet.”
Mrs.
Conway smiled sadly.
“There are other things besides frocks and boots,” she said.
Dolly nodded wisely.
“Meat and puddings and things, of course,” she said. “Couldn’t we go without meat, mama? We all like puddings better, and Ha’yat says meat is a fwightful pwice.”
The mother smiled and sighed again.
“There are even other things besides meat, my daughter,” she said.
“You can have my silver mug to make shillings wif,” said Weenie, grasping as well as she could at the idea that there was no money for any of them.
“Go away in a month?” echoed Phyl; “wherever shall we go?—Oh, we can’t go and leave this house, mother, think how long we’ve been living here.”